They Yearn For What They Fear For.

As, Pricked Out With Less And Greater Lights, Between The Poles Of The Universe, The Milky Way So Gleameth White As To Set Very Sages Questioning.

Through Me The Way Into The Suffering City, Through Me The Way To The Eternal Pain, Through Me The Way That Runs Among The Lost. Justice Urged On My High Artificer; My Maker Was Divine Authority, The Highest Wisdom, And The Primal Love. Before Me Nothing But Eternal Things Were Made, And I Endure Eternally. Abandon Every Hope, Ye Who Enter Here.

I Wept Not — So To Stone I Grew Within.

Love, That Exempts No One Beloved From Loving, Seized Me With Pleasure Of This Man So Strongly, That, As Thou Seest, It Doth Not Yet Desert Me.

Mankind Is At Its Best When It Is Most Free. This Will Be Clear If We Grasp The Principle Of Liberty. We Must Recall That The Basic Principle Is Freedom Of Choice, Which Saying Many Have On Their Lips But Few In Their Minds.