Virgil

As a twig is bent the tree inclines.

They can because they think they can.

They are able because they think they are able.

Trust one who has gone through it.

In quarrels such as these not ours to intervene.

Practice and thought might gradually forge many an art.

Look with favour upon a bold beginning.

Your descendants shall gather your fruits.

O tyrant love, to what do you not drive the hearts of men.

They can do all because they think they can.