Myself acquainted with misfortune, I learn to help the unfortunate.
Is it then so sad a thing to die?
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.
Confidence cannot find a place wherein to rest in safety.
Enter on the way of training while the spirits in youth are still pliable.
Age steals away all things, even the mind.