C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Virgil
A woman is always changeable and capricious.
Accursed thirst for gold! what dost thou not compel mortals to do?
Age bears away with it all things, even the powers of the mind.
An immense, misshapen, marvelous monster, whose eye is out.
Angels boast ethereal vigor, and are formed from seeds of heavenly birth.
Arcadians skilled in song will sing my woes upon the hills. Softly shall my bones repose, if you in future sing my loves upon your pipe.
Be happy ye, whose fortunes are already completed.
Being myself no stranger to suffering, I have learned to relieve the sufferings of others.
Believe one who has tried it.
Cease to think that the decrees of the gods can be changed by prayers.
Command large fields, but cultivate small ones.
Confidence is nowhere safe.
Deep rest, and sweet, most like indeed to death’s own quietness.
Even virtue is more fair when it appears in a beautiful person.
Every man has his appointed day; life is brief and irrevocable; but it is the work of virtue to extend our fame by our deeds.
Every misfortune is to be subdued by patience.
Fear is the proof of a degenerate mind.
For they can conquer who believe they can.
Fortune helps the bold.
From one learn all.
Go on and increase in valor, O boy! this is the path to immortality.
Happy the man who has been able to learn the causes of things.
Is it then so sad a thing to die?
It flourishes by its very activity, und gains new strength by its movements.
It never troubles the wolf how many the sheep be.
Learn now of the treachery of the Greeks, and from one example the character of the nation may be known.
Love conquers all things; let us yield to love.
Mind moves matter.
My voice stuck in my throat.
Not being untutored in suffering, I learn to pity those in affliction.
Now, every field and every tree is in bloom; the woods are now in full leaf, and the year is in its highest beauty.
Praise a large domain, cultivate a small state.
Small in number, but their valor tried in war, and glowing.
Straightway throughout the Libyan cities flies rumor—the report of evil things than which nothing is swifter; it flourishes by its very activity and gains new strength by its movements; small at first through fear, it soon raises itself aloft and sweeps onward along the earth. Yet its head reaches the clouds.***A huge and horrid monster covered with many feathers: and for every plume a sharp eye, for every pinion a biting tongue. Everywhere its voices sound, to everything its ears are open.
Tears are due to human misery.
The irreclaimable time flies.
The medicine increases the disease.
The mind of man is ignorant of fate and future destiny, and can not keep within due bounds when elated by prosperity.
The noblest motive is the public good.
The rude rabble are enraged; now firebrands and stones fly.
Their rage supplies them with weapons.
This shall be thy work: to impose conditions of peace, to spare the lowly and to overthrow the proud.
Thus I knew that pups are like dogs, and kids like goats; so I used to compare great things with small.
Trust not too much to an enchanting face.
Vice lives and thrives best by concealment.
We bear each one our own destiny.
We cannot all do all things.
What region of the earth is not full of our calamities?
When the first is plucked, a second will not be wanting.
Wherever the fates lead us let us follow.
Who asks whether the enemy were defeated by strategy or valor?
Who can deceive a lover?