Happy the person who has learned the cause of things and has put under his or her feet all fear, inexorable fate, and the noisy strife of the hell of greed.

We can't all do everything.

They are able who think they are able.

All things deteriorate in time.

Trust not the horse, O Trojans. Be it what it may, I fear the Grecians even when they offer gifts.

Each of us bears his own Hell.

In youth alone, unhappy mortals live; But, ah! the mighty bliss is fugitive: Discolour'd sickness, anxious labour, come, And age, and death's inexorable doom.