All my life I've been an obese man trapped inside a fat man's body.

It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize, And to be swift is less than to be wise.

But you, Achilles,/ There is not a man in the world more blest than you--/ There never has been, never will be one./ Time was, when you were alive, we Argives/ honored you as a god, and now down here, I see/ You Lord it over the dead in all your power./ So grieve no more at dying, great Achilles.’ I reassured the ghost, but he broke out protesting,/ ‘No winning words about death to me, shining Odysseus!/ By god, I’d rather slave on earth for another man--/ Some dirt-poor tenant farmer who scrapes to keep alive—than rule down here over all the breathless dead.

Evil deeds do not prosper; the slow man catches up with the swift.

It's man's to fight, but heaven's to give success.

Many shining actions owe their success to chance, though the general or statesman receive the applause.

Once you go Vatican, you never go back again.