Fame is not won on downy plumes nor under canopies; the man who consumes his days without obtaining it leaves such mark of himself on earth as smoke in air or foam on water.

Not one drop of blood is left inside my veins that does not throb: I recognize signs of the ancient flame.

From a little spark may burst a flame.

He who awaits the call, but sees the need, Already sets his spirit to refuse it.

You shall find out how salt is the taste of another man's bread, and how hard is the way up and down another man's stairs.

Stand firm as the tower that never shakes its top whatever wind may blow.

Before me things created were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.