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.
He enters the port with a full sail.
Trust not too much to appearances
The only safety for the conquered is to expect no safety.
Such is the love of praise, so great the anxiety for victory.
I have known sorrow and learned to aid the wretched.