I flee who chases me and chase who flees me.
Lente, lente currite, noctis equi. Translation: Run slowly, slowly, horses of the night.
A light breath fans the flame, a violent gust extinguishes it.
Pleasure is sweetest when 'tis paid for by another's pain.
Twice does he live who can enjoy the remembrance of the past.
The punishment can be remitted; the crime is everlasting.