“Time carries all things, even our wits, away.”

Do the gods light this fire in our hearts or does each man’s mad desire become his god?

Your descendants shall gather your fruits.

Let us go singing as far as we go: the road will be less tedious.

Through pain I’ve learned to comfort suffering men.

Maybe one day we shall be glad to remember even these hardships.

The descent into Hell is easy.

As it spreads, the rumor gains strength.

Spare the meek, but subdue the arrogant.

The noblest motive is the public good.

Let me rage before I die.

The only hope for the doomed, is no hope at all.

No other evil we know is faster than Rumor.

No other evil we know is faster than Rumor.

Death twitches my ear, live he says – I am coming.

A shifty, fickle object is woman, always.

Yield not to evils, but attack all the more boldly.