The gates of Hell are open night and day; smooth the descent, and easy is the way: but, to return, and view the cheerful skies; in this, the task and mighty labor lies.
Love begets love, love knows no rules, this is same for all.
There's a snake hidden in the grass.
Their rage supplies them with weapons.
Persevere and preserve yourselves for better circumstances.
O accursed hunger of gold, to what dost thou not compel human hearts!