The goddess was discovered by her gait.
Each of us bears his own Hell
If I can not influence the gods, I shall move all hell.
Death's brother, Sleep. (70 BC - 19 BC), Aeneid
Press no further with hate.
Rumor grows as it goes.
Curst greed of gold, what crimes thy tyrant power has caused.
Fame hides her head among the clouds.
Evil is nourished and grows by concealment.
Your descendants shall gather your fruits.
We can't all do everything.
There's a snake lurking in the grass.
Persevere and preserve yourselves for better circumstances.
Perhaps the day may come when we shall remember these sufferings with joy.
Perhaps even these things, one day, will be pleasing to remember.
O accursed hunger of gold, to what dost thou not compel human hearts
If one swain scorns you, you will soon find another.
I fear the Greeks, even when they bring gifts.
He like a rock in the sea unshaken stands his ground.
He enters the port with a full sail.
Happy is he who can trace effects to their causes.
Fury itself supplies arms.
Fate will find a way.
Every man makes a god of his own desire.
Consider what each soil will bear, and what each refuses.