In strife who inquires whether stratagem or courage was used?
— Virgil
Hug the shore; let others try the deep.
Go forth a conqueror and win great victories.
Every sound alarms.
Endure the present, and watch for better things.
Come what may, all bad fortune is to be conquered by endurance.
All our sweetest hours fly fastest.
Each of us bears his own Hell.
As the twig is bent the tree inclines.
Perhaps even these things, one day, will be pleasing to remember.
If one swain scorns you, you will soon find another.
He like a rock in the sea unshaken stands his ground.
From my example learn to be just, and not to despise the gods.
Every man makes a god of his own desire.
Consider what each soil will bear, and what each refuses.
Better times perhaps await us who are now wretched.
Love conquers all.
Trust not too much to appearances.
Age carries all things away, even the mind.
Happy is he who can trace effects to their causes.
I shudder when relating it.
He enters the port with a full sail.
Fortune favours the bold.
Every calamity is to be overcome by endurance.
Confidence cannot find a place wherein to rest in safety.
All things deteriorate in time.
Time is flying never to return.
Time passes irrevocably.
They can conquer who believe they can.
