Do Not Be Afraid; Our Fate Cannot

Heat Cannot Be Separated From Fire, Or Beauty From The Eternal.

That Which Had Pleased Me Once, Troubled By Spirit.

Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here.

Oh Foolish Desires Of Mortals! How Weak Are The Reasons That Lead Us To Not Take Off Our Flight From The Ground.

Here Pity Only Lives When It Is Dead - Virgil