Not One Drop Of Blood Is Left

Abandon Hope, All Ye Who Enter Here. [omnes Relinquite Spes, O Vos Intrantes]

I Wept Not — So To Stone I Grew Within.

As Little Flowers, Which The Chill Of Night Has Bent And Huddled, When The White Sun Strikes, Grow Straight And Open Fully On Their Stems, So Did I, Too, With My Exhausted Force.

You Shall Leave Everything You Love.

Mankind Is At Its Best When It Is Most Free.