A fickle and changeful thing is a woman ever.
Rumor goes forth at once, Rumor than whom No other speedier evil thing exists; She thrives by rapid movement, and acquires Strength as she goes; small at the first from fear, She presently uplifts herself aloft, And stalks upon the ground and hides her head Among the clouds.
Cease to think that the decrees of the gods can be changed by prayers.
Enter on the way of training while the spirits in youth are still pliable.
We may be masters of our every lot By bearing it.
Each of us bears his own Hell.