“My chief, let Fate cry on or back,
'Tis ours to follow, nothing slack:
Whate'er betide, he only cures
The stroke of Fortune who endures.”

“He who does most to cure woman of her weakness, her frivolity and her servility, will likewise at the same stroke do most to cure man of his brutality, his selfishness and his sensuality.”

“Tis come, our fated day of death.”

“Besides, he who follows another not only discovers nothing but is not even investigating.”
Praeterea qui alium sequitur nihil invenit, immo nec quaerit.

“Hope, of all ills that men endure,
The only cheap and universal cure.”

“Yoga teaches us to cure what need not be endured and endure what cannot be cured.”

“Let him who loves, where love success may find,
Spread all his sails before the prosp'rous wind;
But let poor youths who female scorn endure,
And hopeless burn, repair to me for cure.”
Siquis amat quod amare iuvat, feliciter ardens Gaudeat, et vento naviget ille suo. At siquis male fert indignae regna puellae, Ne pereat, nostrae sentiat artis opem.

“Arms! arms! my friends, with speed my arms supply,
'Tis our last hour, and summons us to die;
My arms!—in vain you hold me,—let me go—
Give, give me back this moment to the foe.
'Tis well—we will not tamely perish all,
But die revenged, and triumph in our fall.”

“So, march away; and let due praise be given
Neither to fate nor fortune, but to Heaven.”

“It did not matter, after all. He was only one man. One man’s fate is not important.
“If it is not, what is?”
He could not endure those remembered words.”