Do Not Be Afraid; Our Fate Cannot

There Is In Hell A Place Stone-built Throughout, Called Malebolge, Of An Iron Hue, Like To The Wall That Circles It About.

But Already My Desire And My Will Were Being Turned Like A Wheel, All At One Speed, By The Love Which Moves The Sun And The Other Stars

The Human Race Is In The Best Condition When It Has The Greatest Degree Of Liberty.

He Loves But Little Who Can Say And Count In Words, How Much He Loves.

No Sadness Is Greater Than In Misery To Rehearse Memories Of Joy.