No One Thinks Of How Much Blood

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

O Faithful Conscience, Delicately Pure, How Doth A Little Failing Wound Thee Sore!

The Wisest Are The Most Annoyed At The Loss Of Time.

They Had Their Faces Twisted Toward Their Haunches And Found It Necessary To Walk Backward, Because They Could Not See Ahead Of Them. ...and Since He Wanted So To See Ahead, He Looks Behind And Walks A Backward Path.

Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here.