Love conquers all; let us surrender to Love.
Fate will find a way.
Rumor goes forth at once, Rumor than whom No other speedier evil thing exists; She thrives by rapid movement, and acquires Strength as she goes; small at the first from fear, She presently uplifts herself aloft, And stalks upon the ground and hides her head Among the clouds.
There should be no strife with the vanquished or the dead.
Their rage supplies them with weapons.
Who can blind lover's eyes?