 Passion and strife bow down the mind. |
| Every man makes a god of his own desire. |
| Fortune favours the bold. |
| O accursed hunger of gold, to what dost thou not compel human hearts! |
| They are able because they think they are able. |
| Perhaps even these things, one day, will be pleasing to remember. |
| They can conquer who believe they can. |
| Trust not to much to appearances. |
| They can because they think they can. |
| Time flies never to be recalled. |
| Love begets love, love knows no rules, this is same for all. |
| Happy the man who has been able to learn the causes of things. |
| Consider what each soil will bear, and what each refuses. |
| Endure the present, and watch for better things. |
| But meanwhile time flies; it flies never to be regained. |
| Come what may, all bad fortune is to be conquered by endurance. |
| All things deteriorate in time. |
| Want of pluck shows want of blood. |
