All our sweetest hours fly fastest.
From my example learn to be just, and not to despise the gods.
He enters the port with a full sail.
All things deteriorate in time.
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.
Age steals away all things, even the mind.
Perhaps even these things, one day, will be pleasing to remember.
They succeed, because they think they can.
The only safety for the conquered is to expect no safety.
Hug the shore; let others try the deep.