''Midway along the journey of our life [Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita] I woke to find myself in a dark wood, for I had wandered off from the straight path.''
''O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!''
''Honor the greatest poet.''
''Let us not speak of them; but look, and pass on.''
''This miserable state is borne by the wretched souls of those who lived without disgrace and without praise.''
''There is no greater sorrow than to recall a happy time in the midst of wretchedness.''
