O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?

Purgatorio, Canto XII, line 95

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Consider your origins: you were not made to live as brutes, but to follow virtue and knowledge.

Through me the way into the suffering city
Through me the way to eternal pain,
Through me the way that runs among the lost.
Justice urged on my high Artificer
My maker was Divine Authority,
The Highest Wisdom, and Primal Love.
Before me nothing nothing but eternal things
Were made, and I endure eternally.
Abandon all hope, who enter here.

Inferno: Canto III, lines 1-9

Here one must leave behind all hesitation;
here every cowardice must meet its death.

Inferno: Canto III, lines 14-15

The day was now departing; the dark air
released the living beings of the earth
from work and weariness.

Inferno: Canto II, lines 1-3

When I had journeyed half of our life’s way,
I found myself within a shadowed forest,
for I had lost the path that does not stray.