Who asks whether the enemy was defeated by strategy or valor?
Each of us bears his own Hell.
As the twig is bent the tree inclines.
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.
They are able who think they are able.
For they can conquer who believe they can.
Time bears away all things.
English
Deutsch