Love conquers all; therefore, let us submit to love.
He enters the port with a full sail.
I will be gone from here and sing my songs/ In the forest wilderness where the wild beasts are,/ And carve in letters on the little trees/ The story of my love, and as the trees/ Will grow letters too will grow, to cry/ In a louder voice the story of my love.
Facilis decensus averni. The descent into hell is easy.
We may be masters of our every lot By bearing it.
Audaces fortuna iuvat (latin)- Fortune favors the bold.