For souls nobly born, valor doesn't await the passing of years

We triumph without glory when we conquer without danger.

To he who avenges a father, nothing is impossible

Let us attend to the present, and as to the future we shall know how to manage when the occasion arrives.

This dark brightness that falls from the stars.

One ought to have a good memory when he has told a lie

As for our gods, we have a few too many to be true.