Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here.

If The Present World Go Astray, The Cause Is In You, In You It Is To Be Sought.

Do Ye Not Comprehend That We Are Worms Born To Bring Forth The Angelic Butterfly That Flieth Unto Judgment Without Screen?

In The Midway Of This Our Mortal Life, I Found Me In A Gloomy Wood, Astray, Gone From The Path Direct.

The Man Who Lies Asleep Will Never Waken Fame.

Knowledge Comes Of Learning Well Retain'd, Unfruitful Else.