O accursed hunger of gold, to what dost thou not compel human hearts!
(Virgil [Publius Vergilius Maro] (70-19 B.C.), Roman poet. Aeneas, in Aeneid, bk. 3, l. 56-7 (19 B.C.), trans. by J.W. MacKail (1908).
Alluding to the story of Polydorus, who was killed for his gold by the treacherous King of Thrace during the Trojan War. In Dante's Purgatory, cto. 22, Virgil's lines are seemingly misconstrued by Statius.)
In friendship, as well as in love, the mind is often the dupe of the heart.
(Philip Dormer Stanhope, 4th Earl Chesterfield (1694-1773), British statesman, man of letters. letter, Dec. 30, 1751, The French Correspondence of the 4th Earl of Chesterfield, vol. I, p. 92, ed. Rex A. Barrell, trans. James Gray, Ottawa, Borealis Press (1980).)
We have time on our hands here, in our hearts, and it makes us strange.
(Kathleen Norris (b. 1947), U.S. poet and farmer. Dakota, ch. 27 (1993).
A resident of rural Lemmon, South Dakotahaving moved there from New York CityNorris was referring to the quiet, sparsely-populated prairies of North and South Dakota.)