Fear is the proof of a degenerate mind.
Not being untutored in suffering, I learn to pity those in affliction
Your descendants shall gather your fruits.
I will be gone from here and sing my songs/ In the forest wilderness where the wild beasts are,/ And carve in letters on the little trees/ The story of my love, and as the trees/ Will grow letters too will grow, to cry/ In a louder voice the story of my love.
Fear betrays unworthy souls.
Audaces fortuna iuvat (latin)- Fortune favors the bold.