Abandon Hope, All Ye Who

I Care Not Where My Body May Take Me As Long As My Soul Is Embarked On A Meaningful Journey.

This Miserable Way Is Taken By The Sorry Souls Of Those Who Lived Without Disgrace And Without Praise. They Now Commingle With The Coward Angels, The Company Of Those Who Were Not Rebels Nor Faithful To Their God, But Stood Apart. The Heavens, That Their Beauty Not Be Lessened, Have Cast Them Out, Nor Will Deep Hell Receive Them - Even The Wicked Cannot Glory In Them.

There's Not The Least Thing Can Be Said Or Done, But People Will Talk And Find Fault.

Knowledge Comes Of Learning Well Retain'd, Unfruitful Else.

He Is, Most Of All, L'amor Che Move Il Sole E L'altre Stelle.