Evil is nourished and grows by concealment.
Each man has his appointed day: short and irreparable in the brief life of all, but to extend our fame by our deeds, this is the work of mankind.
Fame hides her head among the clouds.
Wherever the fates lead us let us follow.
Our fate, whatever it is to be, will be overcome by patience under it.
Fortune favors the brave.
Fortune sides with him who dares.
Trust not the horse, O Trojans. Be it what it may, I fear the Grecians even when they offer gifts.
Each person, makes their own terrible passion their God.
Curst greed of gold, what crimes thy tyrant power has caused.
Rumor grows as it goes.
As a twig is bent the tree inclines.
Press no further with hate.
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, the task and mighty labor lies.
Hope on, and save yourself for prosperous times.