Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.
These have not the hope to die.
Where the way is hardest, there go thou; Follow your own path and let people talk.
Give unto us this day the daily manna Without which, in this desert where we dwell, He must go backward who would most advance.
At grief so deep the tongue must wag in vain; the language of our sense and memory lacks the vocabulary of such pain.
O mortal men, be wary of how ye judge.