“The seeds of life - fiery is their force, divine their birth, but they are weighed down by the bodies' ills or dulled by limbs and flesh that's born for death. That is the source of all men's fears and longings, joys and sorrows, nor can they see the heaven's light, shut up in the body's tomb, a prison dark and deep.”

“Each of us bears his own Hell.”

“the dank night is sweeping down from the skyand the setting stars incline our heads to sleep.”

“Facilis descensus Averno:Noctes atque dies patet atri ianua Ditis;Sed revocare gradium superasque evadere ad auras,Hoc opus, hic labor est.(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 task and mighty labor lies.)”

“..and why the winter suns so rush to bathe themselves in the seaand what slows down the nights to a long lingering crawl...”

“Death's brother, sleep.”

“They succeed, because they think they can.”

“They can conquer who believe they can.”

“Trust not too much to appearances.”

“Who asks whether the enemy was defeated by strategy or valor?”

“Veiling truth in mystery.”