Come what may, all bad fortune is to be conquered by endurance.

Come what may, all bad fortune is to be conquered by endurance.

They succeed, because they think they can.

But meanwhile time flies; it flies never to be regained.

Time is flying never to return.

To have died once is enough.

All our sweetest hours fly fastest.

Go forth a conqueror and win great victories.

Fear is proof of a degenerate mind.

In strife who inquires whether stratagem or courage was used?

Who asks whether the enemy was defeated by strategy or valor?

Trust one who has tried.