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

From a small spark, Great flame has risen.

Here we find the moat of thieves. And just as a lizard, with a quick, slick slither, Flicks across the highway from hedge to hedge, Fleeter than a flash, in the battering dog-day weather, A fiery little monster, livid, in a rage, Black as any peppercorn, came and made a dart At the guts of the others, and leaping to engage One of the pair, it pierced him at the part Through which we first draw food; then loosed its grip And fell before him, outstretched and apart.

Thus you may understand that love alone is the true seed of every merit in you, and of all acts for which you must atone.

No sorrow is deeper than the remembrance of happiness when in misery.

I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightfoward pathway had been lost. Ah me! How hard a thing is to say, what was this forest savage, rough, and stern, which in the very thought renews the fear. So bitter is it, death is little more.

Love insists the loved loves back