The gates of Hell are open night and day; smooth the descent, and easy is the way: but, to return, and view the cheerful skies; in this, the task and mighty labor lies.

Even virtue is fairer in a fair body.

Time is flying never to return.

All things deteriorate in time.

I shudder when relating it.

Oh you who are born of the gods, easy is the descent into Hell. The door of darkness stands open day and night. But to retrace your steps, and come back out into the brightness above, that is the work, that is the labor.

The medicine increases the disease.