Fortune favors the brave.

I have known sorrow and learned to aid the wretched.

As a twig is bent the tree inclines.

Your descendants shall gather your fruits.

Yield not to evils, but attack all the more boldly.

Whatever it is, I fear Greeks even when they bring gifts.

Each of us bears his own Hell.

It is easy to go down into Hell; night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide; but to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air - there's the rub, the task.

When I was from Cupid's passions free, my Muse was mute and wrote no elegy.

O tyrant love, to what do you not drive the hearts of men.

Death's brother, Sleep.

Love conquers all.

Trust not too much to appearances.

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

Love conquers all things; let us too surrender to Love.

Practice and thought might gradually forge many an art.

Believe one who has proved it. Believe an expert.