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“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.)”
― Virgil, The Aeneid

“Each of us bears his own Hell.”
― Virgil

“But the queen--too long she has suffered the pain of love,
hour by hour nursing the wound with her lifeblood,
consumed by the fire buried in her heart. [...]
His looks, his words, they pierce her heart and cling--
no peace, no rest for her body, love will give her none.”
― Virgil, The Aeneid

“the dank night is sweeping down from the sky
and the setting stars incline our heads to sleep.”
― Virgil

“Of all public figures and benefactors of mankind, no one is loved by history more than the literary patron. Napoleon was just a general of forgotten battles compared with the queen who paid for Shakespeare's meals and beer in the tavern. The statesman who in his time freed the slaves, even he has a few enemies in posterity, whereas the literary patron has none. We thank Gaius Maecenas for the nobility of soul we attribute to Virgil; but he isn鈥檛 blamed for the selfishness and egocentricity that the poet possessed. The patron creates 'literature through altruism,' something not even the greatest genius can do with a pen.”
― Roman Payne

“The Greeks shape bronze statues so real they seem to breathe,
And carve cold marble until it almost comes to life.
The Greeks compose great orations, and measure
The heavens so well they can predict the rising of the stars.
But you, Romans, remember your great arts;
To govern the peoples with authority,
To establish peace under the rule of law,
To conquer the mighty, and show them mercy once they are conquered."

-Virgil, Aeneid VI, 847-853”
― Virgil

“Somehow my soul remembers it all, hers doesn't.”
― Hope Irving, Twice upon a Time

“Macte virtute, sic itur ad astra.

("excellence is the way to the stars" - IX.641)”
― Virgil, Aeneid

“...as we advance in life these things fall off one by one , and I suspect we are left with only Homer and Virgil, perhaps with only Homer alone.”
― Thomas Jefferson

“Then, like ravening wolves in a black mist, when the belly's lawless rage has driven them blindly forth, and their whelps at home await them with thirsty jaws, through swords, through foes we pass to certain death, and hold our way to the city's heart; black night hovers around with sheltering shade.”
― Virgil, The Aeneid

“I dragged on my ruined life in darkness and grief, wrathful in my heart...”
― Virgil, The Aeneid

“Quisque suos patimur manes.”
― Virgil

“A fickle and changeful thing is woman ever”
― Virgil, The Aeneid

“Though far away, I will chase you with murky brands and, when chill death has severed soul and body, everywhere my shade shall haunt you.”
― Virgil, The Aeneid

“...[T]he three greatest works are those of Homer, Dante and Shakespeare.

These are closely followed by the works of Virgil and Milton.”
― Joseph Devlin, How To Speak And Write Correctly

“There is no way to find a logical way to deal with this when logic isn't involved.”
― Hope Irving, Twice upon a Time

“Gifted Deirdre cast the spell that enabled our souls to eventually be reunited. She couldn't bear for us to be apart, and neither could I.”
― Hope Irving, Twice upon a Time

“To ensure the fairytale ends well, I will stand by her side until she trusts me.”
― Hope Irving, Twice upon a Time

“About Justice departing from the shepherds: Justice illustrates a passage from Virgil's Georgics, in which he describes how Astraea, the goddess of Justice, who used to live among mortals during the Golden Age, took refuge among country people, as times degenerated, and at length fled even from them. Rosa shows the cloud-borne goddess departing from a tumbledown farmstead as she hands her sword and scales to a bemused group of peasants, one of whom awkwardly pulls of his hat in respect.”
― Jonathan Scott, Salvator Rosa: His Life and Times

“We wished to go to the Ambrosian Library, and we did that also. We saw a manuscript of Virgil, with annotations in the handwriting of Petrarch, the gentleman who loved another man's Laura, and lavished upon her all through life a love which was a clear waste of the raw material. It was sound sentiment, but bad judgment. It brought both parties fame, and created a fountain of commiseration for them in sentimental breasts that is running yet. But who says a word in behalf of poor Mr. Laura? (I do not know his other name.) Who glorifies him? Who bedews him with tears? Who writes poetry about him? Nobody. How do you suppose he liked the state of things that has given the world so much pleasure? How did he enjoy having another man following his wife every where and making her name a familiar word in every garlic-exterminating mouth in Italy with his sonnets to her pre-empted eyebrows? They got fame and sympathy--he got neither. This is a peculiarly felicitous instance of what is called poetical justice. It is all very fine; but it does not chime with my notions of right. It is too one-sided--too ungenerous.”
― Mark Twain, The Innocents Abroad, Or, the New Pilgrims' Progress

“Now you must cast aside your laziness,
for he who rests on down
or under covers cannot come to fame - Virgil”
― Dante Alighieri

“Lo scender ne l'Averno 猫 cosa agevole
ch茅 notte e d矛 ne sta l'entrata aperta;
ma tornar poscia a riveder le stelle,
qui la fatica e qui l'opra consiste.”
― Virgil

“To what crime do you not drive the hearts of men, accursed hunger for gold?”
― Virgil, The Aeneid

“Theologically, Hell is out of favor now, but it still seems more "real" to most people than Fairyland or Atlantis or Valhalla or other much imagined places. This is because of the sheer mass and weight and breadth of ancient tradition, inventive fantasy, analytic argument, dictatorial dogma, and both simple and complex faith employed over a very long time- thousands of years- in the ongoing attempt to map the netherworld. The landscape of Hell is the largest shared construction project in imaginative history, and its chief architects have been creative giants- Homer, Virgil, Plato, Augustine, Dante, Bosch, Michelangelo, Milton, Goethe, Blake, and more.”
― Alice K. Turner, The History of Hell

“The scholiast who annotated Virgil was wrong. Understanding is what wearies us most of all. To live is to not think.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“But Virgil had departed, leaving us bereft:
Virgil, sweetest of fathers,
Virgil, to whom I gave myself for my salvation.”
― Dante Alighieri, Purgatorio

“Moreover, their bearing was firmer and more confident than ever; excessive sacrifice is a support. They had hope no longer, but they had despair. Despair, final arm, which sometimes gives victory. Virgil has said so. Supreme resources spring from extreme resolutions. To embark in death is sometimes a means of escaping a shipwreck and the coffin lid becomes a plank of safety.”
― Victor Hugo, Les Mis茅rables

“Love conquers all 鈥� intellects.”
― George Hammond

“Natural love is "the desire each creature has for its own perfection," and it is by definition without error. Elective love involves free will; it can err by having a wrong object ("per malo obietto") or by being pursued with too much or too little vigor, but it avoids being the cause of sinful pleasure ("mal diletto") when it is directed to the Primal Good (God) or to secondary worldly goods in moderation ("ne' secondi s茅 stesso misura" [17.98]). Thus, Vergil concludes, love is the cause of every virtue or vice in man (17.103-5).”
― R. Allen Shoaf, Chaucer's Troilus & Criseyde: Subgit to Alle Poesye: Essays in Criticism

“Fl茅ctere si n茅queo s煤peros Acheronla movebo.
If I cannot move heaven, I will raise hell.
-Virgil”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Gilded Wolves