A light there is in the beyond which makes the Creator visible to the creature, who only in beholding Him finds peace.
Only as a man surrenders himself to Devine Love may he hope for salvation, and salvation is open to all who surrender themselves.
Behave like men, and not like witless sheep...
They have no hope of death, and their darkened life is so mean that they are envious of every other fate. Earth allows no mention of them to exist: mercy and justice reject them: let us not talk of them, but look and pass.
When we encountered a band of souls coming along the barrier, and each was gazing at us in the evening people gaze at one another under the new moon.
And I was told about this torture, that it was the Hell of carnal sins when reasons give way to desire.