Virgil Quotes

We have to thank God for this retirement.

Myself acquainted with misfortune, I learn to help the unfortunate.

The cursed hunger for gold. -Auri sacra fames

Impotent fury rages powerless and to no purpose.

If only Jupiter would restore me those bygone years.

Happy the person who has learned the cause of things and has put under his or her feet all fear, inexorable fate, and the noisy strife of the hell of greed.

Rumor goes forth at once, Rumor than whom No other speedier evil thing exists; She thrives by rapid movement, and acquires Strength as she goes; small at the first from fear, She presently uplifts herself aloft, And stalks upon the ground and hides her head Among the clouds.

He is fortunate who had been able to learn the causes of things. -Felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas

Every man makes a god of his own desire

The leader of the deed was a woman. -Dux femina facti

Womankind Is ever a fickle and a changeful thing.

Consider what each soil will bear, and what each refuses

Better times perhaps await us who are now wretched

Curst greed of gold, what crimes thy tyrant power has caused.

Love conquers all; let us surrender to Love.

The wavering multitude is divided into opposite factions.

That which an enraged woman can accomplish.

Go forth a conqueror and win great victories.

Oh you who are born of the gods, easy is the descent into Hell. The door of darkness stands open day and night. But to retrace your steps, and come back out into the brightness above, that is the work, that is the labor.

Then endure for a while, and live for a happier day!

Perhaps even these things, one day, will be pleasing to remember.

Trust one who has tried.

Your descendants shall gather your fruits.

Time passes irrevocably.

Persistent work triumphs.

Such is the love of praise, so great the anxiety for victory.

Not being untutored in suffering, I learn to pity those in affliction

Thus shall you go to the stars.

Endure and save yourselves for happier times.

He enters the port with a full sail.

The gates of Hell are open night and day; smooth the descent, and easy is the way: but, to return, and view the cheerful skies; in this, the task and mighty labor lies.

Their rage supplies them with weapons.

These passions of soul, these conflicts so fierce, will cease, and be repressed by the casting of a little dust.

If ye despise the human race, and mortal arms, yet remember that there is a God who is mindful of right and wrong.

All these souls, after they have passed away a thousand years, are summoned by the divine ones in great array, to the lethean river. . . . In this way they become forgetful of the former earthlife, and re-visit the vaulted realms of the world, willing to return again into living bodies.

E'en in mid-harvest, while the jocund swain Pluck'd from the brittle stalk the golden grain, Oft have I seen the war of winds contend, And prone on earth th' infuriate storm descend, Waste far and wide, and by the roots uptorn, The heavy harvest sweep through ether borne, As light straw and rapid stubble fly In dark'ning whirlwinds round the wintry sky.

I shudder when relating it.

If I can not bend Heaven, I shall move Hell.

Come what may, all bad fortune is to be conquered by endurance.

Yield thou not to adversity, but press on the more bravely.

A shifty, fickle object is woman, always. (Varium et mutabile semper femina.)

If one swain scorns you, you will soon find another.

Yield not to calamity, but face her boldly.

Easy is the descent to hell; all night long, all day, the doors of dark Hades stand open; but to retrace the path; to come out again to the sweet air of Heaven - there is the task, there is the burden.

Hug the shore; let others try the deep.

In youth alone, unhappy mortals live; But, ah! the mighty bliss is fugitive: Discolour'd sickness, anxious labour, come, And age, and death's inexorable doom.

Let us go singing as far as we go: the road will be less tedious.

Each person, makes their own terrible passion their God.