Abandon every hope, you who enter.

Oh blind! Oh ignorant, self-seeking cupidity which spurs us so in the short mortal life and steeps us so through all eternity!

I love to doubt as well as know.

The customs and fashions of men change like leaves on the bough, some of which go and others come.

The experience of this sweet life.

Give unto us this day the daily manna Without which, in this desert where we dwell, He must go backward who would most advance.

Without hope we live in desire.