Pleasant it to behold great encounters of warfare arrayed over the plains, with no part of yours in peril.

No single thing abides; but all things flow. Fragment to fragment clings - the things thus grow Until we know them and name them. By degrees They melt, and are no more the things we know.

From the heart of this fountain of delights wells up some bitter taste to choke them even amid the flowers.

...if one thing frightens people, it is that so much happens, on earth and out in space, the reasons for which seem somehow to escape them, and they fill in the gap by putting it down to the gods.

Victory puts us on a level with heaven.

We notice that the mind grows with the body, and with it decays.

For fools admire and love those things they see hidden in verses turned all upside down, and take for truth what sweetly strokes the ears and comes with sound of phrases fine imbued.