Gutta cavat lapidem, non vi sed saepe cadendo. (The drop excavates the stone, not with force but by falling often.)
Hate I shall, if I can; if I can't, I shall love though not willing.
The mind grows sicker than the body in contemplation of it's suffering.
Let others praise ancient times; I am glad I was born in these.
A good disposition is a virtue in itself, and it is lasting; the burden of the years cannot depress it, and love that is founded on it endures to the end.
I too am not powerless, and my weapons strike hard.