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