O mortal men, be wary of how ye judge.
Do ye not comprehend that we are worms born to bring forth the angelic butterfly that flieth unto judgment without screen?
Reason flies When following the senses, on clipped wings.
Abandon hope, all ye who enter here. [Omnes relinquite spes, o vos intrantes]
Eternal love made me.
We have no hope and yet we live in longing.