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.

The only safety for the conquered is to expect no safety.

Your descendants shall gather your fruits.

Angels boast ethereal vigor, and are formed from seeds of heavenly birth.

Yield thou not to adversity, but press on the more bravely.

If I am unable to make the gods above relent, I shall move hell.

Easy is the descent to hell; all night long, all day, the doors of dark Hades stand open; but to retrace the path; to come out again to the sweet air of Heaven - there is the task, there is the burden.