In youth alone, unhappy mortals live; But, ah! the mighty bliss is fugitive: Discolour'd sickness, anxious labour, come, And age, and death's inexorable doom.

They can do all because they think they can.

No day shall erase you from the memory of time

A fickle and changeful thing is a woman ever.

Each person, makes their own terrible passion their God.

I fear the Greeks, even when they bring gifts.

What each man feared would happen to himself, did not trouble him when he saw that it would ruin another.