And as he, who with laboring breath has escaped from the deep to the shore, turns to the perilous waters and gazes.

There is a place in Hell called the Malebolge.

But the stars that marked our starting fall away. We must go deeper into greater pain, for it is not permitted that we stay.

Seldom indeed does human virtue rise From trunk to branch.

I presumed to fix my look on the eternal light so long that I consumed my sight thereon.

Do ye not comprehend that we are worms born to bring forth the angelic butterfly that flieth unto judgment without screen?

Without hope we live in desire.