No Sorrow Is Deeper Than The Remembrance

Three Things Remain With Us From Paradise: Stars, Flowers And Children.

Not One Drop Of Blood Is Left Inside My Veins That Does Not Throb: I Recognize Signs Of The Ancient Flame.

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

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

Through Me You Go Into A City Of Weeping; Through Me You Go Into Eternal Pain; Through Me You Go Amongst The Lost People