Time bears away all things.
As the twig is bent the tree inclines.
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.
For they can conquer who believe they can.
They are able who think they are able.
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