Through me you pass into the city of woe: Through me you pass into eternal pain: Through me among the people lost for aye. Justice the founder of my fabric moved: To rear me was the task of power divine, Supremest wisdom, and primeval love. Before me things create were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I shall endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.

He who sees a need and waits to be asked for help is as unkind as if he had refused it.

For where the instrument of intelligence is added to brute power and evil will, mankind is powerless in its own defense.

Here pity only lives when it is dead - Virgil

Pride, envy, avarice - these are the sparks have set on fire the hearts of all men.

Lost are we, and are only so far punished, That without hope we live on in desire.

Blessed are the peacemakers, For they have freed themselves from sinful wrath.