“Here pity only lives when it is dead - Virgil”

“And all the while one spirit uttered this,The other one did weep so, that, for pity,I swooned away as if I had been dying,And fell, even as a dead body falls.”

“Lost are we, and are only so far punished,That without hope we live on in desire.”

“Virgil, ești tu? Fântâna ești, al căriitorent - îi zisei cu rușine-acum-bogat pornit-a fluviul cuvântării?tu marea faclă-n veci pe-al artei drum!deci fie-mi de-ajutor iubirea vieși studiul lung în dulcele-ți volum.Părinte-mi ești, maestru-mi ești tu mie,tu singur ești acel ce-a dat o viațăfrumosului meu stil ce-mi e mândrie.”

“In that book which is my memory,On the first page of the chapter that is the day when I first met you,Appear the words, ‘Here begins a new life’.”

“All hope abandon, ye who enter here.”

“And when he had put his hand on mine with a cheerful look, wherefrom I took courage, he brought me within to the secret things. Here sighs, laments, and deep wailings were resounding through the starless air; wherefore at first I wept thereat. Strange tongues, horrible utterances, words of woe, accents of anger, voices high and faint, and sounds of hands with them, were making a tumult which whirls always in that air forever dark, like the sand when the whirlwind breathes.”