A Backward Glance Can Often Lift The

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.

The Secret Of Getting Things Done Is To Act!

No Sadness Is Greater Than In Misery To Rehearse Memories Of Joy.

Consider Your Origins: You Were Not Made To Live As Brutes, But To Follow Virtue And Knowledge.

E Quindi Uscimmo A Riveder Le Stelle" ("and Thence We Came Forth To See Again The Stars")