Cicero (Marcus Tullius Cicero)

That which leads us to the performance of duty by offering
pleasure as its reward, is not virtue, but read more

That which leads us to the performance of duty by offering
pleasure as its reward, is not virtue, but a deceptive copy and
imitation of virtue.
[Lat., Nam quae voluptate, quasi mercede aliqua, ad officium
impellitur, ea non est virtus sed fallax imitatio simulatioque
virtutis.]

The forehead is the gate of the mind.
[Lat., Frons est animi janua.]

The forehead is the gate of the mind.
[Lat., Frons est animi janua.]

Death darkens his eyes, and unplumes his wings,
Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings:
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Death darkens his eyes, and unplumes his wings,
Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings:
Live so, my Love, that when death shall come,
Swan-like and sweet it may waft thee home.

No man was ever great without divine inspiration.
[Lat., Nemo vir magnus aliquo afflatu divino unquam fuit.]

No man was ever great without divine inspiration.
[Lat., Nemo vir magnus aliquo afflatu divino unquam fuit.]

No sensible man (among the many things that have been written on
this kind) ever imputed inconsistency to another read more

No sensible man (among the many things that have been written on
this kind) ever imputed inconsistency to another for changing his
mind.
[Lat., Nemo doctus unquam (multa autem de hoc genere scripta
sunt) mutationem consili inconstantiam dixit esse.]