Quotes from Virgil

The great cycle of the ages is renewed. Now Justice returns, returns the Golden Age; a new generation now descends from on high.

I feel again a spark of that ancient flame.

Hylax barks in the doorway.

I cannot bear a mother's tears.

Her walk revealed her as a true goddess.

Thrice they tried to pile Ossa on Pelion, yes, and roll up leafy Olympus upon Ossa; thrice the Father of Heaven split the mountains apart with his thunderbolt.

May the countryside and the gliding valley streams content me. Lost to fame, let me love river and woodland.

A woman is always a fickle, unstable thing.

Unspeakable, O Queen, is the sorrow you bid me renew.

Look with favor upon a bold beginning.

It is easy to go down into Hell; night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide; but to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air—there's the rub, the task.

The gods thought otherwise.

Here are the tears of things; mortality touches the heart.

Uneven numbers are the gods' delight.

To compare great things with small.

I have known sorrow and learned to aid the wretched.

Happy the man who could search out the causes of things.

An old story, but the glory of it is forever.

Practice and thought might gradually forge many an art.

Trust not too much to appearances.

A mind aware of its own rectitude.

Frogs in the marsh mud drone their old lament.

Whatever it is, I fear Greeks even when they bring gifts.

To have died once is enough.