That with him were, what time the Love Divine

"The love of God, unutterable and perfect, flows into a pure soul the way light rushes into a transparent object. The more love that it finds, the more it gives itself: so that, as we grow clear and open, the more complete the joy of heaven is. And the more souls who resonate together, the greater the intensity of their love, and, mirror like, each soul reflects the other.

As the geometer intently seeks to square the circle, but he cannot reach, through thought on thought, the principle he needs, so I searched that strange sight.

Justice divine has weighed: the doom is clear. All hope renounce, ye lost, who enter here.

I care not where my body may take me as long as my soul is embarked on a meaningful journey.

Abandon hope, all ye who enter here. [Omnes relinquite spes, o vos intrantes]

I made my own house be my gallows.