Blessed Are The Peacemakers, For They Have

Ah! Justice Of Our God! Who Else Could Stow Such Travails New And Pains As Met My Glance!

Sta Come Torre Ferma, Che Non Crolla Giammai La Cima Per Soffiar De' Venti. Be Steadfast As A Tower That Doth Not Bend Its Stately Summit To The Tempest's Shock.

He Who Awaits The Call, But Sees The Need, Already Sets His Spirit To Refuse It.

Through Me You Go Into A City Of Weeping; Through Me You Go Into Eternal Pain; Through Me You Go Amongst The Lost People

Fate's Arrow, When Expected, Travels Slow.