All right, then, I'll say it: Dante makes me sick.
The fire of love and the cold of time, deprive my sweet love of his peace of mind.
Without love, the world itself would not survive.
There is no greater glory than love, nor any greater punishment than jealousy.
Dreaming of a tomorrow, which tomorrow, will be as distant then as 'tis today.
Profits on the exchange are the treasures of goblins.