I hate and I love. And if you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it, and I am torn in two. CATULLUS AgonyEmotionFeelingHateKnownLoveMyselfTear
I can imagine no greater misfortune for a cultured people than to see in the hands of the rulers not only the civil, but also the religious power. CATULLUS CivilCultureGreatnessImaginationMisfortunePeoplePowerReligiousRuler
I hate and love. And why, perhaps you’ll ask. I don’t know: but I feel, and I’m tormented. CATULLUS FeelingHateKnownLoveMyselfTorment
What women say to lovers, you’ll agree, One writes on running water or on air. CATULLUS LoverMyselfRunningWaterWomenWriting
Stop wishing to merit anyone’s gratitude or thinking that anyone can become grateful. CATULLUS GratitudeOneselfStopThinking
What woman says to fond lover should be written on air or the swift water. [Lat., Mulier cupido quod dicit amanti, In vento et rapida scribere oportet aqua.] CATULLUS FondLoverSwiftWaterWomenWriting
My lady’s sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady’s delight CATULLUS AnimalBirdDeathDelightMyselfWomen