From a little spark may burst a flame.

Consider your origins: you were not made to live as brutes, but to follow virtue and knowledge.

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 hope abandon, ye who enter here!

I made my own house be my gallows.

The infernal storm, eternal in its rage, sweeps and drives the spirits with its blast; it whirls them, lashing them with punishment. When they are swept back past their place of judgment then come the shrieks, laments, and anguished cries; there they blaspheme God's almighty power.

He who awaits the call, but sees the need, Already sets his spirit to refuse it.