Yield not to calamity, but face her boldly.
All things deteriorate in time.
The hour is ripe, and yonder lies the way.
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.
Trust one who has tried.
Their rage supplies them with weapons.