Happy are those who dare courageously to defend what they love.
Love and dignity cannot share the same abode.
Love is a kind of warfare.
An evil life is a kind of death.
Fortune and love favor the brave.
A horse never runs so fast as when he has other horses to catch up and outpace.
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.
A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn; it can be stabbed to death by a quip and worried to death by a frown on the right man’s brow.
Anything cracked will shatter at a touch.
For no god may undo what another god has done.
In our play we reveal what kind of people we are.
Neglect of appearance becomes men.
The penalty may be removed, the crime is eternal.
Whether they give or refuse, it delights women just the same to have been asked.
By yielding you may obtain victory.
Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all.
Let others praise ancient times; I am glad I was born in these.
Only she is chaste whom none has invited.
Thou seest how sloth wastes the sluggish body, as water is corrupted unless it moves.
Alas! how difficult it is not to betray one’s guilt by one’s looks.
Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?
I am dragged along by a strange new force. Desire and reason are pulling in different directions. I see the right way and approve it, but follow the wrong.
Majesty and love do not consort well together, nor do they dwell in the same place.
The burden which is well borne becomes light.
We are ever striving after what is forbidden, and coveting what is denied us.
As wave is driven by wave And each, pursued, pursues the wave ahead, So time flies on and follows, flies, and follows, Always, for ever and new. What was before Is left behind; what never was is now; And every passing moment is renewed.
For such a career I lacked both endurance and inclination: the stress of ambition left me cold, while the Muse, the creative spirit, was forever urging on me that haven of leisure to which I’d always leaned. The poets of those days I cultivated and cherished: for me, bards were so many gods.
In the make-up of human beings, intelligence counts for more than our hands, and that is our true strength.
Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.
The prayers of cowards fortune spurns.
Whether you call my heart affectionate, or you call it womanish: I confess, that to my misfortune, it is soft.
Chance is always powerful. Let your hook always be cast; in the pool where you least expect it, there will be fish.
He loved a lifeless thing and he was utterly and hopelessly wretched.
Like fragile ice anger passes away in time.
Or that writing a poem you can read to no one is like dancing in the dark.
Thus I am not able to exist either with you or without you; and I seem not to know my own wishes.
All love is vanquished by a succeeding love.
Even as a cow she was lovely.
I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.
Make the workmanship surpass the materials.
We strive after the forbidden.
At times it is folly to hasten at other times, to delay. The wise do everything in its proper time.
