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.

What a lot of work it was to found the Roman race.

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

The hour is ripe, and yonder lies the way.

Whatever may happen, every kind of fortune is to be overcome by bearing it.

Trust one who has gone through it.

Endure, and keep yourselves for days of happiness.