Every man makes a god of his own desire.
Virgil
Profession: Poet Nationality: Italian
Your descendants shall gather your fruits.
All our sweetest hours fly fastest.
Hug the shore; let others try the deep.
Love conquers all.
Passion and strife bow down the mind.
Wherever the fates lead us let us follow.
None but himself can be his parallel.
Nunc scio quit sit amor." Lat., "Now I know what love is.
The world cares very little about what a man or woman knows; it is what a man or woman is able to do that counts.
Trust not too much to appearances.
They can because they think they can.
There's a snake hidden in the grass.
Whatever it is I fear Greeks even when they bring gifts.
Time flies never to be recalled.
