Happy the man who has been able to learn the causes of things.
Quote by Virgil
At last I know what love is really like.
Each of us bears his own Hell.
Your profession is not what brings home your paycheck. Your profession is what you were...
Better times perhaps await us who are now wretched.
It is easy to go down into Hell; night and day, the gates of dark...
O accursed hunger of gold, to what dost thou not compel human hearts!
We can't all do everything.
The medicine increases the disease.
They can conquer who believe they can.
Perhaps even these things, one day, will be pleasing to remember.
Myself acquainted with misfortune, I learn to help the unfortunate.
What each man feared would happen to himself, did not trouble him when he saw...
There should be no strife with the vanquished or the dead.
Happy is he who can trace effects to their causes.
Love begets love, love knows no rules, this is same for all.
All our sweetest hours fly fastest.
As the twig is bent the tree inclines.
In strife who inquires whether stratagem or courage was used?
Their rage supplies them with weapons.
Who can blind lover's eyes?