All hope abandon, ye who enter here!

The experience of this sweet life.

This sorrow weighs upon the melancholy souls of those who lived without infamy or praise.

Nothing which is harmonized by the bond of the Muse can be changed from its own to another language without destroying its sweetness

I care not where my body may take me as long as my soul is embarked on a meaningful journey.

You can stay and die or you can walk your ugly ass back through that gate. It's your call, pal.

That infinite and indescribable good which is there above races as swiftly to love as a ray of light to a bright body.It gives of itself according to the ardor it finds, so that as charity spreads farther the eternal good increases upon it,and the more souls there are who love, up there, the more there are to love well, and the more love they reflect to each other, as in a mirror.