Is it then so sad a thing to die?

A chaplet of leaves crowns the victor.

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.

What each man feared would happen to himself, did not trouble him when he saw that it would ruin another.

Love conquers all; let us surrender to Love.

Womankind Is ever a fickle and a changeful thing.

Consider what each soil will bear, and what each refuses