All Hope Abandon, Ye Who Enter Here!

Hope Not Ever To See Heaven. I Come To Lead You To The Other Shore; Into The Eternal Darkness; Into Fire And Ice.

Without Hope We Live In Desire.

Consider The Sea's Listless Chime: Time's Self It Is, Made Audible.

In Judgement Be Ye Not Too Confident, Even As A Man Who Will Appraise His Corn When Standing In A Field, Ere It Is Ripe.

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