Love conquers all.
They succeed, because they think they can.
Age carries all things away, even the mind.
Fear is proof of a degenerate mind.
I fear the Greeks, even when they bring gifts.
In strife who inquires whether stratagem or courage was used?
It is easy to go down into Hell night and day, the gates of dark death stand wide but to climb back again, to retrace one’s steps to the upper air – there’s the rub, the task.
Trust not too much to appearances.
Trust one who has tried.