Gutta cavat lapidem, non vi sed saepe cadendo. (The drop excavates the stone, not with force but by falling often.)
Sleep, rest of nature, O sleep, most gentle of the divinities, peace of the soul, thou at whose presence care disappears, who soothest hearts wearied with daily employments, and makest them strong again for labour!
The love of glory gives an immense stimulus.
Give way to your opponent; thus will you gain the crown of victory.
It is the mind that makes the man, and our vigour is in our immortal soul.
We must improve our time; time goes with rapid foot.