Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here.

The Devil Is Not As Black As He Is Painted.

He Who Know Most Grieves Most For Wasted Time.

Lying In A Featherbed Will Bring You No Fame, Nor Staying Beneath The Quilt, And He Who Uses Up His Life Without Achieving Fame Leaves No More Vestige Of Himself On Earth Than Smoke In The Air Or Foam Upon The Water.

Honor Is The Greatest Poet.

No Man May Be So Cursed By Priest Or Pope But What The Eternal Love May Still Return While Any Thread Of Green Lives On In Hope.