Do not yield to misfortunes, but advance more boldly to meet them, as your fortune permits you.
Each of us bears his own Hell.
Impotent fury rages powerless and to no purpose.
We can't all do everything.
Trust not the horse, O Trojans. Be it what it may, I fear the Grecians even when they offer gifts.
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.