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.
Who asks whether the enemy was defeated by strategy or valor?
Fury itself supplies arms.
If ye despise the human race, and mortal arms, yet remember that there is a God who is mindful of right and wrong.
One man excels in eloquence, another in arms.
Even virtue is fairer when it appears in a beautiful person.
Trust not too much to appearances.
All things deteriorate in time.
Age carries all things away, even the mind.
Age steals away all things, even the mind.
Every sound alarms.
The descent to the infernal regions is easy enough, but to retrace one's steps, and reach the air above, there's the rub.
Do not yield to misfortunes, but advance more boldly to meet them, as your fortune permits you.
The world cares very little about what a man or woman knows; it is what a man or woman is able to do that counts.