Virgil Quotes

The hour is ripe and yonder lies the way.

...She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.

The greatest wealth is health

Death twitches my ear;'Live,' he says... 'I'm coming.

Love conquers all.

Fear is the proof of a degenerate mind.

The flocks fear the wolf the crops the storm and the trees the wind.

The goose gabbles amid the melodious swans.

..and why the winter suns so rush to bathe themselves in the seaand what slows down the nights to a long lingering crawl...

Fortune helps the brave.

Fortune sides with him who dares.

Happy [is] the man who has learned the cause of things and has put under his feet all fear inexorable fate and the noisy strife of the hell of greed.

Praise a large domain cultivate a small estate.

Each of us bears his own Hell.

The signs of the old flame, I know them well.I pray that the earth gape deep enough to take me downor the almighty Father blast me with one bolt to the shades,the pale, glimmering shades in hell, the pit of night,before I dishonor you, my conscience, break your laws.

Ah, merciless Love, is there any length to which you cannot force the human heart to go?

Endure and preserve yourselves for better things.

forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit.and perhaps it will be pleasing to have remembered these things one day

Omnia vincit amor" - "Love conquers all

Fear betrays unworthy souls.

What a tale he's told, what a bitter bowl of war he's drunk to the dregs.

Knowing sorrow well I learn to succor the distressed.

Una Salus Victis Nullam Sperare Salutem - (Latin - written 19 BC)The only hope for the doomed, is no hope at all...

Perhaps someday it will be pleasant to remember even this.

They can because they think they can.

Happy is the man who has learned the causes of things.

Too happy would you be did ye but know your own advantages!

I fear the Greeks even when they bring gifts.

Accursed thirst for gold! what dost thou not compel mortals to do?

Facilis descensus Averno:Noctes atque dies patet atri ianua Ditis;Sed revocare gradium superasque evadere ad auras,Hoc opus, hic labor est.(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 task and mighty labor lies.)

For they can conquer who believe they can.

Death's brother, sleep.

They are able because they think they are able.

the dank night is sweeping down from the skyand the setting stars incline our heads to sleep.

Time bears away all things.

They are able who think they are able.

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.

No day shall erase you from the memory of time

He utters empty words he utters sound without mind.

Let us go singing as far as we go the road will be less tedious.

The seeds of life - fiery is their force, divine their birth, but they are weighed down by the bodies' ills or dulled by limbs and flesh that's born for death. That is the source of all men's fears and longings, joys and sorrows, nor can they see the heaven's light, shut up in the body's tomb, a prison dark and deep.

Trust one who has tried.

Every kind of fortune is to be overcome by bearing it.

Love conquers all. Let Love then smile at our defeat.