Worldly fame is but a breath of wind that blows now this way, and now that, and changes name as it changes direction.

Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground.

O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?

Through me the way into the suffering city, Through me the way to the eternal pain, Through me the way that runs among the lost. Justice urged on my high artificer; My maker was divine authority, The highest wisdom, and the primal love. Before me nothing but eternal things were made, And I endure eternally. Abandon every hope, ye who enter here.

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

He who know most grieves most for wasted time.

I found myself within a forest dark.