Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here.

Doubting Pleases Me No Less Than Knowing

Deed Done Is Well Begun.

There Is A Gentle Thought That Often Springs To Life In Me, Because It Speaks Of You.

I Saw Within Its Depth How It Conceives All Things In A Single Volume Bound By Love Of Which The Universe Is The Scattered Leaves.

Nothing Which Is Harmonized By The Bond Of The Muse Can Be Changed From Its Own To Another Language Without Destroying Its Sweetness