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All hope abandon, ye who enter here.

— Dante Alighieri

A man leaves his great house because he's bored With life at home, and suddenly returns, Finding himself no happier abroad. He rushes off to his villa driving like mad, You'LD think he's going to a house on fire, And yawns before he's put his foot inside, Or falls asleep and seeks oblivion, Or even rushes back to town again. So each man flies from himself (vain hope, because It clings to him the more closely against his will)And hates himself because he is sick in mind And does not know the cause of his disease.

— Titus Lucretius Carus

A mass of Latin words falls upon the facts like soft snow, blurring the outlines and covering up the details...

— George Orwell

A Memory Is Better Than A Phony!

— Latif Mercado

Ar's moraine as Vivaldi est: the art of dying is the art of living.

— Robert Charles Wilson

As Brother Francis readily admitted, his mastery of pre-Deluge English was far from masterful yet. The way nouns could sometimes modify other nouns in that tongue had always been one of his weak points. In Latin, as in most simple dialects of the region, a construction like serves pure meant about the same thing as pure serves, and even in English slave boy meant boy slave. But there the similarity ended. He had finally learned that house cat did not mean cat house, and that a dative of purpose or possession, as in mini amicus, was somehow conveyed by dog food or sentry box even without inflection. But what of a triple appositive like fallout survival shelter? Brother Francis shook his head. The Warning on Inner Hatch mentioned food, water, and air; and yet surely these were not necessities for the fiends of Hell. At times, the novice found pre-Deluge English more perplexing than either Intermediate Angelology or Saint Leslie's theological calculus.

— Walter M. Miller Jr.

AUT via invented AUT facial."" I shall either find away, or make one

— Latin quote

Can't you see that I'm only advising you to beg yourself not to be so dumb?

— Petronius Arbiter

Carpe diem, Guam minimum result poster.(Pluck the day [for it is ripe], trusting as little as possible in tomorrow.)

— Horace

Desire Artem quid antenna Matúš sis accident, id est temper else Puerto. (To be ignorant of what occurred before you were born is to remain always a child.)

— Marcus Tullius Cicero