... Nessun maggior dolore Che ricordarsi del tempo felice Nella miseria. (There is no greater pain than to remember a happy time when one is in misery.)

There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.

He loves but little who can say and count in words, how much he loves.

No man may be so cursed by priest or pope but what the Eternal Love may still return while any thread of green lives on in hope.

I made my own house be my gallows.

If your world isn't right, the cause is in you.

Through me the way into the suffering city, Through me the way to the eternal pain, Through me the way that runs among the lost. Justice urged on my high artificer; My maker was divine authority, The highest wisdom, and the primal love. Before me nothing but eternal things were made, And I endure eternally. Abandon every hope, ye who enter here.