Tempus edax rerum. Time the devourer of everything.
I too am not powerless, and my weapons strike hard.
Lente, lente currite, noctis equi. Translation: Run slowly, slowly, horses of the night.
If you count the sunny and the cloudy days of the whole year, you will find that the sunshine predominates.
To be thoroughly imbued, with the liberal arts refines the manners, and makes men to be mild and gentle in their conduct.
That you may be beloved, be amiable.