Trust not the horse, O Trojans. Be it what it may, I fear the Grecians even when they offer gifts.
If ye despise the human race, and mortal arms, yet remember that there is a God who is mindful of right and wrong.
Fury itself supplies arms.
Thus shall you go to the stars.
Every man makes a god of his own desire
It is well to be informed about the winds, About the variations in the sky, The native traits and habits of the place, What each locale permits, and what denies.