It is easy to go down into Hell; night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide; but to climb back… — Virgil Copy Share Image
These passions of soul, these conflicts so fierce, will cease, and be repressed by the casting of a little dust. — Virgil Copy Share Image
“...distraught I seize mine arms…And with my comrades hasten to the hold: frenzy and anger urge my headlong will, and death methinks… — Virgil Copy Share Image
If ye despise the human race, and mortal arms, yet remember that there is a God who is mindful of right and… — Virgil Copy Share Image
In youth alone, unhappy mortals live; But, ah! the mighty bliss is fugitive: Discolour'd sickness, anxious labour, come, And age, and death's… — Virgil Copy Share Image
“The seeds of life - fiery is their force, divine their birth, but they are weighed down by the bodies' ills or… — Virgil Copy Share Image
“Facilis descensus Averni: noctes atque dies patet atri ianua Ditis; sed revocare gradium superasque evadere ad auras. hoc opus, hic labor est.” — Virgil Copy Share Image
The descent to the infernal regions is easy enough, but to retrace one's steps, and reach the air above, there's the rub. — Virgil Copy Share Image
“..and why the winter suns so rush to bathe themselves in the sea and what slows down the nights to a long lingering crawl...” — Virgil Copy Share Image
“forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit. and perhaps it will be pleasing to have remembered these things one day” — Virgil Copy Share Image
