Lente, lente currite, noctis equi. Translation: Run slowly, slowly, horses of the night.
The end doesn't justify the means.
If you are not ready today, you will be even less so tomorrow.
Time is the devourer of all things.
A horse never runs so fast as when he has other horses to catch up and outpace.
When all the other animals, downcast looked upon the earth, he [Prometheus] gave a face raised on high to man, and commanded him to see the sky and raise his high eyes to the stars.