Love begets love, love knows no rules, this is same for all.
Let us go singing as far as we go: the road will be less tedious.
Yield not to calamity, but face her boldly.
Trust not the horse, O Trojans. Be it what it may, I fear the Grecians even when they offer gifts.
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.
Perhaps even these things, one day, will be pleasing to remember.