If you see anything, always deny that you've seen; or if perchance something pains you, deny that you're hurt.

Make room, Roman writers, make room for Greek writers; something greater than the Iliad is born.

Love presses my head with carefully placed feet, wretch that he is, until he has taught me to detest chaste girls, and to live with no counsel.

Not only the bull attacks his enemies with curved horn, but also the sheep, when harmed fights back.

There is something beyond the grave; death does not end all, and the pale ghost escapes from the vanquished pyre.

Fame due to the achievements of the mind never perishes.

No rival will steal away my sure love; that glory will be my gray hair.