Come what may, all bad fortune is to be conquered by endurance.
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.
It never troubles the wolf how many the sheep may be.
Love conquers all.
Fortune favours the bold.
Time flies never to be recalled.
They can conquer who believe they can.
But meanwhile time flies; it flies never to be regained.
Every calamity is to be overcome by endurance.
They can because they think they can.
Perhaps even these things, one day, will be pleasing to remember.
O accursed hunger of gold, to what dost thou not compel human hearts!
There's a snake lurking in the grass.
Time is flying never to return.
Love begets love, love knows no rules, this is same for all.
Each of us bears his own Hell.
All our sweetest hours fly fastest.
Trust not too much to appearances.
They succeed, because they think they can.
Fortune sides with him who dares.
