Fury itself supplies arms.
Go forth a conqueror and win great victories.
Happy is he who can trace effects to their causes.
Happy the man who has been able to learn the causes of things.
He enters the port with a full sail.
He like a rock in the sea unshaken stands his ground.
Hug the shore; let others try the deep.
I fear the Greeks, even when they bring gifts.
I shudder when relating it.
If ye despise the human race, and mortal arms, yet remember that there is a God who is mindful of right and wrong.
In strife who inquires whether stratagem or courage was used?
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.