We Have No Hope And Yet We

Love Can Move The Sun And The Stars.

I Presumed To Fix My Look On The Eternal Light So Long That I Consumed My Sight Thereon.

Mankind, Why Do Ye Set Your Hearts On Things That, Of Necessity, May Not Be Shared?

There, Pride, Avarice, And Envy Are The Tongues Men Know And Heed, A Babel Of Depsair

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