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

The experience of this sweet life.

Thus you may understand that love alone is the true seed of every merit in you, and of all acts for which you must atone.

To course across more kindly waters now my talent's little vessel lifts her sails, leaving behind herself a sea so cruel; and what I sing will be that second kingdom, in which the human soul is cleansed of sin, becoming worthy of ascent to Heaven.

From a little spark may burst a flame.

A fair request should be followed by the deed in silence.

Curb your talent lest it speed where virtue does not guide.