Lente, lente currite, noctis equi. Translation: Run slowly, slowly, horses of the night.
The man who has experienced shipwreck shudders even at a calm sea.
It is but a small merit to observe silence, but it is a grave fault to speak of matters on which we should be silent.
Everything changes, nothing is lost.
What is now an act of reason, was but blind impulse.
The bold adventurer succeeds the best.