One ought to be afraid of nothing other then things possessed of power to do us harm, but things innoucuous need not be feared.

In that part of the book of my memory before which little can be read, there is a heading, which says: ‘Incipit vita nova: Here begins the new life’.

The man who lies asleep will never waken fame, and his desire and all his life drift past him like a dream, and the traces of his memory fade from time like smoke in air, or ripples on a stream.

Here pity only lives when it is dead - Virgil

Because there is no man who can be true and just judge of himself, so much will self-love deceive him.

Abandon every hope, you who enter.

And we came forth to contemplate the stars.