Avarice, envy, pride,Three fatal sparks, have set the hearts of allOn Fire.
Through me you pass into the city of woeThrough me you pass into eternal painThrough me among the people lost for aye.Justice the founder of my fabric movedTo rear me was the task of power divine,Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.Before me things create were none, save thingsEternal, and eternal I shall endure.All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
For what is liberty but the unhampered translation of will into act
There's not the least thing can be said or done, but people will talk and find fault.
All hope abandon, ye who enter here
A great flame follows a little spark.
A fair request should be followed by the deed in silence.
The experience of this sweet life. L'esperienza de questa dolce vita.
He listens well who takes notes.
There is no greater sorrow Than to be mindful of the happy time In misery.