There are a thousand forms of evil; there will be a thousand remedies.
There is nothing in the world that remains unchanged. All things are in perpetual flux, and every shadow is seen to move.
Thus I am not able to exist either with you or without you; and I seem not to know my own wishes.
Tis you, alone, can save, or give my doom.
Venus favors the bold.
We take no pleasure in permitted joys. But what's forbidden is more keenly sought.
The mind, conscious of rectitude, laughed to scorn the falsehood of report.
The spirited horse, which will of itself strive to beat in the race, will run still more swiftly if encouraged.
There are persons always standing ready to believe a scandal.
There is something in omens.
Thus, I can neither live without you nor with you.
To arts unknown he bends his wits, and alters nature.
Venus is kind to creatures as young as we; we know not what we do, and while we?re young we have the right to live and love like gods.
We two [Deucalion and Pyrrha, after the deluge] form a multitude.
The more high-minded a man is the more easily is his anger appeased.
The swallow is not ensnared by men because of its gentle nature.
There is a certain pleasure in weeping; grief finds in tears both a satisfaction and a cure.
These are the only boats we have to return to our homeland; behold, our only means of escape from Minos. He, who closed all other exits, cannot shut off the air for us; we are left with the air; crack it thanks to my invention. But it is not for virgin Strategy, nor the companion of Bootes, one needs to look, but for Ori?o, armed with a club; for me is that you should direct your march with wings I will give you; I will go ahead to show the way; worry only about following me; guided by me you'll be safe if through the layers of the ether, we get closer to the sun, the wax cannot stand the heat; up, down, agitate the wings very near the sea, our down, beating, will be wetted by sea water. Fly between the two. Also watch the winds, my son; where your breath guide you, immerse yourself in its wings.
Thus, while the mute creation downward bend their sight, and to their earthly mother tend, man looks aloft, and with erected eyes beholds his own hereditary skies.
To be instructed in the arts, softens the manners and makes men gentle.
Venus of Eryx, from her mountain throne, saw Hades and clasped her swift-winged son, and said: 'Cupid, my child, my warrior, my power, take those sure shafts with which you conquer all, and shoot your speedy arrows to the heart of the great god to whom the last lot fell when the three realms were drawn. Your mastery subdues the gods of heaven and even Jove, subdues the ocean's deities and him, even him, who rules the ocean's deities. Why should Hell lag behind? Why not there too?
We two are to ourselves a crowd.
The most wretched fortune is safe; for there is no fear of anything worse.
The time will come when it will disgust you to look in the mirror.