Accursed thirst for gold! What dost thou not compel mortals to do?

— Virgil

Ah, merciless Love, is there any length to which you cannot force the human heart to go?

— Virgil

All our sweetest hours fly fastest.

— Virgil

.and why the winter suns so rush to bathe themselves in the sea and what slows down the nights to a long lingering crawl...

— Virgil

As the twig is bent the tree inclines.

— Virgil

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

— Virgil

Death's brother, sleep.

— Virgil

Death twitches my ear;'Live,' he says... 'I'm coming.

— Virgil

Each of us bears his own Hell.

— Virgil

Endure and preserve yourselves for better things.

— Virgil