Beauty awakens the soul to act.
Mankind, why do ye set your hearts on things That, of necessity, may not be shared?
Here pity only lives when it is dead - Virgil
Worldly fame is but a breath of wind that blows now this way, and now that, and changes name as it changes direction.
Abandon every hope, you who enter.
O you proud Christians, wretched souls and small,/ Who by the dim lights of your twisted minds/ Believe you prosper even as you fall,/ Can you not see that we are worms, each one/ Born to become the angelic butterfly/ That flies defenseless to the Judgement Throne?