Uneven numbers are the gods' delight.

A chaplet of leaves crowns the victor.

They can conquer who believe they can.

They are able who think they are able.

Look with favor upon a bold beginning.

Their rage supplies them with weapons.

The noblest motive is the public good.

As the twig is bent the tree inclines.

Every man makes a god of his own desire

Hug the shore; let others try the deep.

Fear is the proof of a degenerate mind.

Every man makes a god of his own desire.

Wherever the fates lead us let us follow.

We have to thank God for this retirement.

Your descendants shall gather your fruits.

The hour is ripe, and yonder lies the way.

They succeed, because they think they can.

Age steals away all things, even the mind.

If I cannot move heaven, I will raise hell.

Evil is nourished and grows by concealment.

I feel again a spark of that ancient flame.

Age carries all things away, even the mind.

Yield not to calamity, but face her boldly.

That which an enraged woman can accomplish.

They can do all because they think they can.

If I can not bend Heaven, I shall move Hell.

Love conquers all; let us surrender to Love.

Go forth a conqueror and win great victories.

Endure and save yourselves for happier times.

A fickle and changeful thing is a woman ever.

Learn all from one thing. -Ab uno disce omnes

One man excels in eloquence, another in arms.

The cursed hunger for gold. -Auri sacra fames

No day shall erase you from the memory of time

Every calamity is to be overcome by endurance.

I fear the Greeks, even when they bring gifts.

Time meanwhile is flying, flying beyond recall.

People are able because they think they're able

Endure the present, and watch for better things.

Impotent fury rages powerless and to no purpose.

We may be masters of our every lot By bearing it.

Womankind Is ever a fickle and a changeful thing.

Happy is he who can trace effects to their causes.

Endure, and keep yourselves for days of happiness.

What a lot of work it was to found the Roman race.

Through pain I've learned to comfort suffering men

Better times perhaps await us who are now wretched

Better times perhaps await us who are now wretched.

The Britons are quite separated from all the world.

Yield not to evils, but attack all the more boldly.

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