The descent into Hell is easy.
VIRGILThe descent into Hell is easy.
VIRGILA shifty, fickle object is woman, always.
VIRGILThe dank night is sweeping down from the sky and the setting stars incline our heads to sleep.
VIRGILNo other evil we know is faster than Rumor.
VIRGILIf I cannot move heaven, I will raise hell.
VIRGILThey can because they think they can.
VIRGILIt is easy to go down into Hell but to climb back again, to retrace one’s steps to the upper air – there’s the rub.
VIRGILTime is flying never to return.
VIRGILNo day shall erase you from the memory of time.
VIRGILAll our sweetest hours fly fastest
VIRGILEvery man’s last day is fixed. Lifetimes are brief, and not to be regained, for all mankind. But by their deeds to make their fame last: that is labor for the brave.
VIRGILThe gates of Hell are open night and day; smooth the descent and easy is the way.
VIRGILLet us go singing as far as we go: the road will be less tedious.
VIRGILThrough pain I’ve learned to comfort suffering men.
VIRGILLet me rage before I die.
VIRGILShe nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.
VIRGIL