These dwell among the blackest souls,loaded down deep by sins of differing types.If you sink far enough,you'll see them all.

The infernal storm, eternal in its rage, sweeps and drives the spirits with its blast; it whirls them, lashing them with punishment. When they are swept back past their place of judgment then come the shrieks, laments, and anguished cries; there they blaspheme God's almighty power.

And as he, who with laboring breath has escaped from the deep to the shore, turns to the perilous waters and gazes.

In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.

If the present world go astray, the cause is in you, in you it is to be sought.

In each fire there is a spirit; Each one is wrapped in what is burning him.

He who know most grieves most for wasted time.