Abandon hope, all ye who enter here. [Omnes relinquite spes, o vos intrantes]
Now you know how much my love for you burns deep in me when I forget about our emptiness, and deal with shadows as with solid things.
Mankind, why do ye set your hearts on things That, of necessity, may not be shared?
Because there is no man who can be true and just judge of himself, so much will self-love deceive him.
No one thinks of how much blood it costs.
In that part of the book of my memory before which little can be read, there is a heading, which says: ‘Incipit vita nova: Here begins the new life’.