Abandon hope, all ye who enter here. [Omnes relinquite spes, o vos intrantes]

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

Be as a tower firmly set; Shakes not its top for any blast that blows.

Love can move the Sun and the stars.

And here Dante describes an evidently spherical world... "The lamp of the world [the sun] rises to mortals through different passages; but through that which joins four circles with three crosses [the position of the rising sun at the vernal equinox] it issues with a better course and conjoined with better stars, and tempers and stamps the wax of the world more after its own fashion. Although such an outlet had made morning there and evening here, and all the hemisphere there was bright, and the other dark..."

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

There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.