The path to paradise begins in hell.

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So, now, with me. That brute which knows no peace came ever nearer me and, step by step, drove me back down to where the sun is mute.

These dwell among the blackest souls, loaded down deep by sins of differing types. If you sink far enough, you'll see them all.

Through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people.

Theres not the least thing can be said or done but people will talk and find fault.

Beauty awakens the soul to act.

Open your mind to what I shall disclose, and hold it fast within you; he who hears, but does not hold what he has heard, learns nothing.

The wisest are the most annoyed at the loss of time.

My thoughts were full of other things When I wandered off the path.

Rejoice, Florence, seeing you are so great that over sea and land you flap your wings, and your name is widely known in Hell!

Noble demands, by right, deserve the consequence of silent deeds.

Your soul is sunken in that cowardice that bears down many men, turning their course and resolution by imagined perils, as his own shadow turns the frightened horse.

He who best discerns the worth of time is most distressed whenever time is lost.

In this place piety lives where pity is dead.

From there we came outside and saw the stars.