There Is A Place In Hell Called

Infinite Goodness Has Such Wide Arms.

Midway Along The Journey Of Our Life I Woke To Find Myself In A Dark Wood, For I Had Wandered Off From The Straight Path. How Hard It Is To Tell What It Was Like, This Wood Of Wilderness, Savage And Stubborn (the Thought Of It Brings Back All My Old Fears), A Bitter Place! Death Could Scarce Be Bitterer. But If I Would Show The Good That Came Of It I Must Talk About Things Other Than The Good.

Pride, Envy, Avarice - These Are The Sparks Have Set On Fire The Hearts Of All Men.

Seldom Indeed Does Human Virtue Rise From Trunk To Branch.

The Man Who Lies Asleep Will Never Waken Fame.