All these souls, after they have passed away a thousand years, are summoned by the divine ones in great array, to the lethean river. . . . In this way they become forgetful of the former earthlife, and re-visit the vaulted realms of the world, willing to return again into living bodies.

Don't trust the horse, Trojans. Whatever it is, I fear the Greeks even bearing gifts. -Equo ne credite, Teucri. Quidquid id est, timeo Danaos et dona ferentes

I shudder when relating it.

Even virtue is fairer in a fair body.

Trust not too much to appearances

Audaces fortuna iuvat (latin)- Fortune favors the bold.

We can't all do everything.