» Trust not the horse, O Trojans. Be it what it may, I fear the Grecians even when they offer gifts.
» 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.
» 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.
» Fear is proof of a degenerate mind.
» Fear is proof of a low born soul.
» 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.