Follow Your Path, And Let The People

If A Thief Helps A Poor Man Out Of The Spoils Of His Thieving, We Must Not Call That Charity.

It Was The Hour Of Morning, When The Sun Mounts With Those Stars That Shone With It When God's Own Love First Set In Motion Those Fair Things

There Is A Place In Hell Called The Malebolge.

Reason Flies When Following The Senses, On Clipped Wings.

For She Doth Make My Veins And Pulses Tremble.