The gates of hell are open, night and day Smooth the descent, and easy the way.
By Virgil
Possunt quia posse videntur. (They can because they think they can, from The Aeneid)
By Virgil
Practice and thought might gradually forge many an art.
By Virgil
Perhaps even these things, one day, will be pleasing to remember.
By Virgil
Oh you who are born of the blood of the gods, Trojan son of Anchises, easy is the descent to Hell the door of dark Dis stands open day and night. But to retrace your steps and come out to the air above, that is work, that is labor
By Virgil
Nunc scio quit sit amor.
By Virgil
O tyrant love, to what do you not drive the hearts of men.
By Virgil
Love begets love, love knows no rules, this is the same for all.
By Virgil
Love conquers all things let us too surrender to Love.
By Virgil
Love conquers all things; let us too surrender to Love.
By Virgil
Look with favour upon a bold beginning.
By Virgil
Let us go singing as far as we go the road will be less tedious.
By Virgil
Let us go singing as far as we go: the road will be less tedious.
By Virgil
Lat., Now I know what love is.
By Virgil
Latet anguis in herba. (There's a snake hidden in the grass)
By Virgil
It never troubles the wolf how many the sheep may be.
By Virgil
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.
By Virgil
In quarrels such as these not ours to intervene.
By Virgil
I have known sorrow and learned to aid the wretched.
By Virgil
I feel again a spark of that ancient flame.
By Virgil
Happy is he who gets to know the reasons for things.
By Virgil
Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit (Perhaps it will be pleasing sometime to have remembered these things, from The Aeneid)
By Virgil
Fortune favors the bold.
By Virgil
Each man is led by his own liking.
By Virgil
Each of us bears his own Hell.
By Virgil
Do not trust the horse, Trojans Whatever it is, I fear the Greeks, even though they bring gifts.
By Virgil
Do not commit your poems to pages alone, sing them I pray you.
By Virgil
Death's brother, Sleep.
By Virgil
Believe one who has proved it. Believe an expert.
By Virgil
Audentis Fortuna iuvat. (Fortune assists the bold) also Fortune favors the bold.
By Virgil
