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

Your fame is as the grass, whose hue comes and goes, and His might withers it by whose power it sprang from the lap of the earth.

There is a place in Hell called the Malebolge.

Hope not ever to see heaven. I come to lead you to the other shore; into the eternal darkness; into fire and ice.

You shall find out how salt is the taste of another man's bread, and how hard is the way up and down another man's stairs.

All your renown is like the summer flower that blooms and dies; because the sunny glow which brings it forth, soon slays with parching power.

If i thought i was replying to someone who would every return to the world, this flame would cease it's flickering. But since no one has returned from these depths alive, if what I've heard is true, I will answer you without fear of infamy.