Honor is the greatest poet.
There is a place in Hell called the Malebolge.
Many have justice in their hearts, but slowly it is let fly, for it comes not without council to the bow.
You can stay and die or you can walk your ugly ass back through that gate. It's your call, pal.
Small projects need much more help than great.
Worldly fame is but a breath of wind that blows now this way, and now that, and changes name as it changes direction.