Fortune sides with him who dares.
Each of us bears his own Hell.
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.
Who asks whether the enemy was defeated by strategy or valor?
They are able who think they are able.
As the twig is bent the tree inclines.
Time bears away all things.
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