…all Things Created Have An Order In

That Infinite And Indescribable Good Which Is There Above Races As Swiftly To Love As A Ray Of Light To A Bright Body.it Gives Of Itself According To The Ardor It Finds, So That As Charity Spreads Farther The Eternal Good Increases Upon It,and The More Souls There Are Who Love, Up There, The More There Are To Love Well, And The More Love They Reflect To Each Other, As In A Mirror.

Compassion Is Not A Passion; Rather A Noble Disposition Of The Soul, Made Ready To Receive Love, Mercy, And Other Charitable Passions.

Do Not Be Afraid; Our Fate Cannot Be Taken From Us; It Is A Gift.

Here Let Dead Poetry Rise Once More To Life.

I Am The Way Into The City Of Woe. I Am The Way To A Forsaken People. I Am The Way Into Eternal Sorrow. Sacred Justice Moved My Architect. I Was Raised Here By Divine Omnipotence, Primordial Love And Ultimate Intellect. Only Those Elements Time Cannot Wear Were Made Before Me, And Beyond Time I Stand. Abandon All Hope Ye Who Enter Here.