Bear and endure: This sorrow will one day prove to be for your good.
Skill makes love unending.
Devouring Time and envious Age, all things yield to you; and with lingering death you destroy, step by step, with venomed tooth whatever you attack.
It is expedient that there should be gods, and, since it is expedient, let us believe that gods exist.
Difficulty is what wakes up the genius.
Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.