Let others praise ancient times; I am glad I was born in these.

Chance is always powerful. Let your hook be always cast; in the pool where you least expect it, there will be a fish.

Dripping water hollows out stone, not through force but through persistence.

Perfer et obdura, dolor hic tibi proderit olim. (Be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful to you.)

I grabbed a pile of dust, and holding it up, foolishly asked for as many birthdays as the grains of dust, I forgot to ask that they be years of youth.

Fas est ab hoste doceri. One should learn even from one's enemies.

Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all.” "Be patient and tough; one day this pain will be useful to you.

Happy are those who dare courageously to defend what they love.

I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.

Omnia mutantur, nihil interit (everything changes, nothing perishes).

Give me the waters of Lethe that numb the heart, if they exist, I will still not have the power to forget you.

We are ever striving after what is forbidden, and coveting what is denied us.

Anything cracked will shatter at a touch.

I am dragged along by a strange new force. Desire and reason are pulling in different directions. I see the right way and approve it, but follow the wrong.

Love will enter cloaked in friendship's name.

It's a kindness that the mind can go where it wishes.

If you would be loved, be lovable

Dignity and love do not blend well, nor do they continue long together.

A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn; it can be stabbed to death by a quip and worried to death by a frown on the right man's brow.

Nothing is stronger than habit.

Every lover is a soldier.

God himself helps those who dare.

Thus I am not able to exist either with you or without you; and I seem not to know my own wishes.

I flee who chases me and chase who flees me.

Love is the force that leaves you colorless

Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all.

Take rest; a field that has rested gives a beautiful crop.

In our play we reveal what kind of people we are

All things change; nothing perishes.

Saepe creat molles aspera spina rosas" - "Often the prickly thorn produces tender roses

Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.

Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?

The cause is hidden. The effect is visible to all.

Greatly he failed, but he had greatly dared.

All right, boy, skewer me. I've dropped my defenses, I'm an easy victim. Why, by now Your arrows practically know their own way to the target And feel less at home in their quiver than in me.

Nitimur in vetitum" -- "We strive after the forbidden

Barbarus hic ego sum, quia non intelligor illis. (In this place I am a barbarian, because men do not understand me.)

Or that writing a poem you can read to no one is like dancing in the dark.

He who can believe himself well, will be well.

In the make-up of human beings, intelligence counts for more than our hands, and that is our true strength.

There is a certain pleasure in weeping

Someday this pain will be useful to you

My purpose is to tell of bodies that have been changed into shapes of different kinds.

Qui non est hodie eras minus aptus erit. He who is not prepared today will be less so tomorrow.

When all the other animals, downcast looked upon the earth, he [Prometheus] gave a face raised on high to man, and commanded him to see the sky and raise his high eyes to the stars.

It's right to learn, even from the enemy.

Brass shines with constant usage, a beautiful dress needs wearing, Leave a house empty, it rots.

I am a shipwrecked man who fears every sea.

Poetry comes fine spun from a mind at peace.

Their useless torches on dry hedges throw, That catch the flames, and kindle all the row; So burns the God, consuming in desire, And feeding in his breast a fruitless fire