Love and dignity cannot share the same abode.
Love is a kind of warfare.
Happy are those who dare courageously to defend what they love.
All right, boy, skewer me. I’ve dropped my defenses, I’m an easy victim. Why, by now Your arrows practically know their own way to the target And feel less at home in their quiver than in me.
Everyone wishes that the man whom he fears would perish.
I flee who chases me and chase who flees me.
Men do not value a good deed unless it brings a reward.
The god of Delos, proud in victory, Saw Cupid draw his bow’s taut arc, and said: ‘Mischievous boy, what are a brave man’s arms To you? That gear becomes my shoulders best. My aim is sure; I wound my enemies, I wound wild beasts; my countless arrows slew But now the bloated Python, whose vast coils Across so many acres spread their blight. You and your loves! You have your torch to light them!Let that content you; never claim my fame!’ And Venus’ son replied: ‘Your bow, Apollo, May vanquish all, but mine shall vanquish you. As every creature yields to power divine, So likewise shall your glory yield to mine.
What is harder than rock, or softer than water? Yet soft water hollows out hard rock. Persevere.
Be patient and tough; one day this pain will be useful to you.
Give me the waters of Lethe (River in Hades) that numb the heart, if they exist, I will still not have the power to forget you.
It is convenient that there be gods, and, as it is convenient, let us believe there are.