L'amor Che Move Il Sole

There Is A Place In Hell Called The Malebolge.

So That The Universe Felt Love, By Which, As Somebelieve, The World Has Many Times Been Turned To Chaos. And At That Moment This Ancient Rock, Here And Elsewhere, Fell Broken Into Pieces.

It Is Necessity And Not Pleasure That Compels Us.

Reason Flies When Following The Senses, On Clipped Wings.

I Felt For The Tormented Whirlwinds Damned For Their Carnal Sins Committed When They Let Their Passions Rule Their Reason.