I can imagine no greater misfortune for a cultured people than to see in the hands of the rulers not only the civil, but also the religious power.

I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.

Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus

It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.

Stop wishing to merit anyone's gratitude or thinking that anyone can become grateful.

For the godly poet must be chaste himself, but there is no need for his verses to be so.

What a woman says to an eager lover, write it on running water, write it on air.