The wisest are the most annoyed at the loss of time.

Beauty awakens the soul to act.

The path to paradise begins in hell.

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

Thy soul is by vile fear assailed, which oft so overcasts a man, that he recoils from noblest resolution, like a beast at some false semblance in the twilight gloom.

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.

He who awaits the call, but sees the need, Already sets his spirit to refuse it.