“Death's brother, sleep.”

“the dank night is sweeping down from the skyand the setting stars incline our heads to sleep.”

“Death twitches my ear;'Live,' he says... 'I'm coming.”

“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 toward the sky. And here Anchises, his vision told in full, escorts his son and Sibyl both and shows them out now through the Ivory Gate.”

“Fléctere si néqueo súperos Acheronta movebo - If I cannot move heaven, I will raise hell.”

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

“Love conquers all; therefore, let us submit to love.”