Each of us bears his own Hell.
Fortune sides with him who dares.
For they can conquer who believe they can.
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.
Who asks whether the enemy was defeated by strategy or valor?
Time bears away all things.
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