Inspirational Quotes by Edward Taylor

“the dewy night unrolls a heaven thickly jewelled with sparkling stars”

“A shifty, fickle object is woman, always. (Varium et mutabile semper femina.)”

“Friend, have the courage To care little for wealth, and shape yourself, You too, to merit godhead.”

“Evil is also not anything small or close to home, and not the worst; otherwise one could grow accustomed to it.”

“Duty bound, Aeneas, though he struggled with desire to calm and comfort her in all her pain, to speak to her and turn her mind from grief, and though he sighed his heart out, shaken still with love if her, yet took the course heaven gave him and turned back to the fleet. ”

“What good are prayers and shrines to a person mad with love? The flame keeps gnawing into her tender marrow hour by hour, and deep in her heart the silent wound lives on.”

“Sunt lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt”

“Agnosco veteris vestigia flammae.”

“Facilis descensus Averni: noctes atque dies patet atri ianua Ditis; sed revocare gradium superasque evadere ad auras. hoc opus, hic labor est.”

“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.”

“Forsan et haec olim meminisse juvabit.”

“Then up he got with a light heart, free from all his troubles, and walked on till he reached his mother's house, and told her how very easy the road to good luck was.”

“flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo”

“One day the grandmother presented the little girl with a red velvet riding hood; and as it fitted her very well, she would never wear anything else; and so she was called Little Red Riding Hood.”

“And as he spoke he wept. Three times he tried to reach arms round that neck. Three times the form, reached for in vain, escaped Like a breeze between his hands, a dream on wings.”

“The seeds of life - fiery is their force, divine their birth, but they are weighed down by the bodies' ills or dulled by limbs and flesh that's born for death. That is the source of all men's fears and longings, joys and sorrows, nor can they see the heaven's light, shut up in the body's tomb, a prison dark and deep.”

“You are mine, and I am yours, and no one in the world can alter that.”

“..and why the winter suns so rush to bathe themselves in the sea and what slows down the nights to a long lingering crawl...”

“Will Mars be always in your windy tongue and in your flying feet?”

“What a tale he's told, what a bitter bowl of war he's drunk to the dregs.”