Impotent fury rages powerless and to no purpose.

It is easy to go down into Hell...; but to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air - -there's the rub.

To have died once is enough.

Oh you who are born of the gods, easy is the descent into Hell. The door of darkness stands open day and night. But to retrace your steps, and come back out into the brightness above, that is the work, that is the labor.

A fickle and changeful thing is a woman ever.

Time is flying never to return.

Love conquers all; let us surrender to Love.