“So Aeneas pleaded, his face streaming tears. Three times he tried to fling his arms around his neck, three times he embraced--nothing...the phantom sifting through his fingers, light as wind, quick as a dream in flight.” — Virgil Copy Share Image
“There are twin Gates of Sleep. One, they say, is called the Gate of Horn and it offers easy passage to all true shades. The other glistens with ivory, radiant, flawless, but through it the dead send false dreams up… — 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
