All things deteriorate in time.

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.

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.

From a single crime know the nation.

That which an enraged woman can accomplish.

To have died once is enough.

Fortune sides with he who dares