What Shall One Do With

A Man's Renown Is Like The Hue Of Grass, Which Comes And Goes.

Abandon Hope, All Ye Who Enter Here. [omnes Relinquite Spes, O Vos Intrantes]

He Who Sees A Need And Waits To Be Asked For Help Is As Unkind As If He Had Refused It.

I Saw Within Its Depth How It Conceives All Things In A Single Volume Bound By Love Of Which The Universe Is The Scattered Leaves.

Into The Eternal Darkness, Into Fire And Into Ice.