Pride, envy, avarice - these are the sparks have set on fire the hearts of all men.

So that the Universe felt love, by which, as somebelieve, the world has many times been turned to chaos. And at that moment this ancient rock, here and elsewhere, fell broken into pieces.

All hope abandon, ye who enter here!

To run over better waters the little vessel of my genius now hoists her sails, as she leaves behind her a sea so cruel.

Curb your talent lest it speed where virtue does not guide.

Three things remain with us from paradise: stars, flowers and children.

This mountain is so formed that it is always wearisome when one begins the ascent, but becomes easier the higher one climbs.