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.

If only Jupiter would restore me those bygone years.

We are not all able to do all things.

Curst greed of gold, what crimes thy tyrant power has caused.

All things deteriorate in time.

Thus shall you go to the stars.

Look with favor upon a bold beginning.