“Do not yield to misfortunes, but advance more boldly to meet them, as your fortune permits you.”

Friend, have the courage To care little for wealth, and shape yourself, You too, to merit godhead

The gates of Hell are open night and day; smooth the descent and easy is the way.

The dank night is sweeping down from the sky and the setting stars incline our heads to sleep.

Every man’s last day is fixed. Lifetimes are brief, and not to be regained, for all mankind. But by their deeds to make their fame last: that is labor for the brave.

Rumor starts as a timid thing, But soon it covers the earth, and its voices ring, While its feet walk the ground and its head is above the clouds.

Time carries all things, even our wits, away.

Every man’s last day is fixed. Lifetimes are brief, and not to be regained, for all mankind. But by their deeds to make their fame last: that is labor for the brave.

Rumor starts as a timid thing, But soon it covers the earth, and its voices ring, While its feet walk the ground and its head is above the clouds.

Time carries all things, even our wits, away.

I fear the Greeks even when they bring gifts.

Evil is nourished and grows by concealment.

She has a human face and as far as the groin she is a girl with lovely breasts, but below she is a monstrous sea creature, her womb full of wolves

Each of us bears his own Hell.

Time passes irrevocably.

All our sweetest hours fly fastest

No day shall erase you from the memory of time.