No Sadness Is Greater Than In Misery

You Shall Leave Everything You Love.

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.

Three Sparks - Pride, Envy, And Avarice - Have Been Kindled In All Hearts.

In The Midway Of This Our Mortal Life, I Found Me In A Gloomy Wood, Astray, Gone From The Path Direct.

Mankind Is At Its Best When It Is Most Free.