Worldly fame is but a breath of wind that blows now this way, and now that, and changes name as it changes direction.
Fate's arrow, when expected, travels slow.
Abandon hope, all ye who enter here. [Omnes relinquite spes, o vos intrantes]
In each fire there is a spirit; Each one is wrapped in what is burning him.
But if, as morning rises, dreams are true.
If you're asking for a date, forget it. 'Cause I make it a point not to go out with women who shoot me in the head!