As a twig is bent the tree inclines.
Your descendants shall gather your fruits.
Look with favour upon a bold beginning.
Practice and thought might gradually forge many an art.
They can because they think they can.
O tyrant love, to what do you not drive the hearts of men.
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.
Trust one who has gone through it.
In quarrels such as these not ours to intervene.
Fortune favors the bold.
They can conquer who believe they can.
They can do all because they think they can.
They are able because they think they are able.
I sing of arms and of the man, fated to be an exile.
Happy is he who gets to know the reasons for things.
Romans, never forget that government is your medium! Be this your art:-to practice men in habit of peace, generosity to the conquered, and firmness against aggressors.