In judgement be ye not too confident, Even as a man who will appraise his corn When standing in a field, ere it is ripe.

There, pride, avarice, and envy are the tongues men know and heed, a Babel of depsair

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

Love can move the Sun and the stars.

Small projects need much more help than great.

Behold a God more powerful than I who comes to rule over me.

At grief so deep the tongue must wag in vain; the language of our sense and memory lacks the vocabulary of such pain.