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The ecclesiastical description of Hell is that of a horrible place of fire and torment; in Dante’s Inferno, and in northern climes, it was thought to be an icy cold region, a giant refrigerator.

The world is an inferno. It will burn until every nation has fallen, until all who oppose us are dead, until people see the true light.

Of all the inhabitants of the inferno, none but Lucifer knows that hell is hell, and the secret function of purgatory is to make of heaven an effective reality.

One should cultivate good habits of memory, for it is capable of making existence a Paradise or an Inferno.

Africa is mystic; it is wild; it is a sweltering inferno; it is a photographer’s paradise, a hunter’s Valhalla, an escapist’s Utopia. It is what you will, and it withstands all interpretations. It is the last vestige of a dead world or the cradle of a shiny new one. To a lot of people, as to myself, it is just ‘home’. It is all these things but one thing – it is never dull.

Now, finally has the elevator arrived. The stairs was about to become a personal inferno.

How can we extinguish a fire if we don’t first cut off the fuel that ignites the inferno?

As Dante says in the beginning of the Inferno, ‘In the midst of life’s journey I found myself in a dark wood, for the right path was lost.’ I think we’re all doing that, in our various ways Looking for our Selves in the dark wood. I hope you find yourself on your journey.

I’ve got to stop being such a snob about leather-bound books, he reminded himself. E-books do have their moments.

Nothing is more creative… nor destructive… than a brilliant mind with a purpose.

A new release of Plan 9 happened in June, and at about the same time a new release of the Inferno system, which began here, was announced by Vita Nuova.

It’s the age-old battle between mind and heart, which seldom want the same thing.

I think there are so many guys coming up that are ready to bust loose. All they need is that one little flame of confidence that starts the inferno. And when you get those guys, once it starts happening, nothing can stop you. And you can tell which guys have it. You always know which guys have it.

Although I studied Dante’s Inferno as a student, it wasn’t until recently, while researching in Florence, that I came to appreciate the enduring influence of Dante’s work on the modern world.

It has always been this way. Death is followed by birth. To reach paradise, man must pass through inferno. – Bertrand Zobrist

Denial is a critical part of the human coping mechanism. Without it, we would all wake up terrified every morning about all the ways we could die. Instead, our minds block out our existential fears by focusing on stresses we can handle—like getting to work on time or paying our taxes.

A man who has not passed through the inferno of his passions has never overcome them. As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being. Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.

I’m just so honored that the universe chose me to be the spark that has set off a raging inferno

There comes a moment in history when ignorance is no longer a forgivable offense… a moment when only wisdom has the power to absolve. – Bertrand Zobrist

But believe me, just because the human mind can’t imagine something happening…doesn’t mean it won’t.

The human mind has a primitive ego defense mechanism that negates all realities that produce too much stress for the brain to handle. It’s called Denial.

Writers are always at the edge of the inferno, and the fire is licking at our toes. Luckily, this turns us on!

Hail, mute devil! You are the most intense animal. An eternal mystic of the fleshly inferno.

The knowledge that refuge is available, when and if needed, makes the silent inferno of the desert more easily bearable. Mountains complement desert as desert complements city, as wilderness complements and completes civilization.

A great model for this is the way that Dante calls on Virgil at the beginning of ‘The Inferno,’ ‘The Divine Comedy,’ to help guide him through the underworld.

Society: an inferno of saviors!

There is no hell, no inferno except the frenzy of living.

Donald Trump is an especially depressing phenomena because he is so debased and debasing and millions and millions of people want him to be president. We’re seeing how at least whole swathes of white America are becoming your worst nightmare of eternal Zombie High School. Something like a perfect mix of Groundhog Day and The Moronic Inferno. How can it be that a guy who looks like a bloated cadaver pulled from the Gowanus canal, with some rouge on his cheeks and a sticky Something About Mary wig, is actually applauded by his followers for making fun of how other people look?

In a way, that’s also a recognition that Dante needs Virgil and that the Inferno needs the Aeneid and that the epic needs a model and that for Dante to write this great poem he needs someone to come before him and he turns to Virgil’s text, especially book six where Aeneas goes down into the underworld. And for me, that’s a model of the poet’s relationship to previous poetry, to another poetry as calling out for guidance.

Hell is out of fashion – institutional hells at any rate. The populated infernos of the 20th century are more private affairs, the gaps between the bars are the sutures of one’s own skull. A valid hell is one from which there is a possibility of redemption, even if this is never achieved, the dungeons of an architecture of grace whose spires point to some kind of heaven. The institutional hells of the present century are reached with one-way tickets, marked Nagasaki and Buchenwald, worlds of terminal horror even more final than the grave.

Hell is out of fashion –institutional hells at any rate. The populated infernos of the 20th century are more private affairs, the gaps between the bars are the sutures of one’s own skull. . .

My hell is going to be the stairmaster wing of Dante’s inferno, where they’re gonna tape my feet to the pedals and the only music I get is Michael Bolton karaoke style.

The inferno of the living is not something that will be; if there is one, it is what is already here, the inferno where we live every day, that we form by being together. There are two ways to escape suffering it. The first is easy for many: accept the inferno and become such a part of it that you can no longer see it. The second is risky and demands constant vigilance and apprehension: seek and learn to recognize who and what, in the midst of inferno, are not inferno, then make them endure, give them space.

New York city, the incomparable, the brilliant star city of cities, the forty-ninth state, a law unto itself, the Cyclopean Paradox, the inferno with no-out-of bounds, the supreme expression of both the miseries and the splendors of contemporary civilization, the Macedonia of the United States. It meets the most severe test that may be applied to definition of a metropolis – it stays up all night. But also it becomes a small town when it rains.

Rather than starting a new inferno in Iraq, our energies would have been better spent in extinguishing the existing fire in Palestine.