“the dank night is sweeping down from the sky and the setting stars incline our heads to sleep.” — Virgil Copy Share Image
“Ah, merciless Love, is there any length to which you cannot force the human heart to go?” — Virgil Copy Share Image
“But the queen--too long she has suffered the pain of love, hour by hour nursing the wound with her lifeblood, consumed by… — 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
