Amor vincit omnia, et nos cedamus amori. Love conquers all things, so we too shall yield to love.
Audentes fortuna iuvat.
Facilis descensus Averni.
It is easy to go down into Hell... ; but to climb back again, to retrace one’s steps to the upper air – there’s the rub...
They can conquer who believe they can.
Love conquers all; therefore, let us submit to love.
Omnia vincit amor” – “Love conquers all.
Tu ne cede malis, sed contra audentior ito.
When gods are contrary they stand by no one.
It is easy to go down into Hell; Night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide; But to climb back again, to retrace one’s steps to the upper air – There’s the rub, the task.
E pluribus unum – Out of many, one.
Amor vincit omnia.
Do the gods light this fire in our hearts or does each man’s mad desire become his god?
Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit.
I said to my friends that if I was going to starve, I might as well starve where the food is good.
In Paris, you learn wit, in London you learn to crush your social rivals, and in Florence you learn poise.
I seem to write an opera about every 20 years; if you live long enough you can write four operas. I finished my third in 1970.
Let your mind alone, and see what happens.
I listened to the pure crystalline notes of one of Mozart’s concertos dropping at my feet like leaves from the trees.
Try a thing you haven’t done three times. Once, to get over the fear of doing it. Twice, to learn how to do it. And a third time to figure out whether you like it or not.