My mind's sunk so low, Claudia, because of you, wrecked itself on your account so bad already, that I couldn't like you if you were the best of women, -or stop loving you, no matter what you do.

We see not our own backs.

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 write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness.

The vows that woman makes to her fond lover are only fit to be written on air or on the swiftly passing stream.

There is nothing more silly than a silly laugh.

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