At grief so deep the tongue must wag in vain; the language of our sense and memory lacks the vocabulary of such pain.
Dante AlighieriAnd as he, who with laboring breath has escaped from the deep to the shore, turns to the perilous waters and gazes.
Dante AlighieriThose ancients who in poetry presented the golden age, who sang its happy state, perhaps, in their Parnassus, dreamt this place. Here, mankind's root was innocent; and here were every fruit and never-ending spring; these streams--the nectar of which poets sing.
Dante Alighieri