Augustus Hill Quotes

And love? Well, if sex is sweet and death is bitter, love is both. Love will always and forever break your heart.

The worst stab wound is the one to the heart. Sure, most people survive it, but the heart is never quite the same. There's always a scar, which I guess, is meant to remind you that even for a little while, someone made your heart beat faster. And that's a scar you can live with, proudly. All the days of your life.

Myths are supposed to teach us something, but what’s the life lesson 
in this sad tale of Orpheus? No good deed goes unpunished? Fuck that, 
ain’t no such thing as a good deed. Love conquers all? Never has, never 
will. Maybe the moral of the story is that those in power are just as 
fucked up as those who ain’t and the worst thing a body can do is give up 
his or her own power to some buttheads on Mount Olympus ‘cause if they’re 
so fuckin’ powerful, how’d they let us get away with all this shit in the 
first place? Answer me that.

Family! Our families determine who we are, determine who we're not. All our relationships with everybody we ever meet for the rest of our lives is based on the way we relate to the members of our family. No wonder the world's so fucked up.

Resting on what's considered great has always been a recipe for decline. I remember touring Rome with a guide who pointed out one marvelous achievement after another of the first Roman emperor, Augustus. Augustus was said to have inherited a city of brick and left a city of marble, with twelve entrances on twelve hills. He built nearly a thousand glorious new structures - bridges, buildings, monuments, and aqueducts. As we marveled at the remnants of Augustus's grand designs, our guide exclaimed with pride that this era marked the pinnacle of Rome's greatness. What came next?' I asked. After an awkward silence, the guide said, 'Slow ruin.

In fact, one of the biggest consolations for a man doing time is knowing 90% of people in the outside world don't realize their dreams

but mash whiskey took some of the dry away and made Augustus feel nicely misty inside—foggy and cool as a morning in the Tennessee hills. He seldom got downright drunk, but he did enjoy feeling misty along about sundown,

Yeah, yeah, yeah.. Lots of fine people have sat staring at the inside of prison walls. Socrates, Gandhi, Joan of Arc, even our lord Jesus Christ. He spent the last night of his life not with holy men, but with scum like the kind we've got in Oz. One of the last things Jesus did on earth was invite a prisoner to join him in heaven. He loved that criminal. I say he loved that criminal as much as he loved anyone. Jesus knew in his heart it takes a lot to love a sinner. But the sinner, he needs it all the more.

Though I cannot entirely agree with you in supposing that extreme study has been the cause of my late indisposition, I must yet confess that the hill of science, like that of virtue, is in some instances climbed with labour. But when we get a little way up, the lovely prospects which open the eye make infinite amends for the steepness of the ascent. In short, I am wedded to these pursuits, as a man stipulates to take his wife; viz., for better, for worse, until death us do part. My thirst for knowledge is literally inextinguishable. And if I thus drink myself into a superior world, I cannot help it.

Cleopatra’s daughter Scribonia, Julia’s mother, briefly married to Caesar Augustus, then divorced Tiberius, Livia’s older son by her first marriage Drusus, Livia’s younger son by her first marriage Marcus Agrippa, Rome’s foremost general, Caesar Augustus’s friend since boyhood Gaius Maecenas, another boyhood friend of Caesar Augustus, now a political advisor and patron of the

That the Roman empire was, like all its predecessors, a form of extortion by force, an enriching of well-connected Romans (who “make a desolation and call it peace”) at the expense of hapless conquered peoples, would also not have carried much weight with most readers. Hadn’t Philip of Macedon’s first conquest been the seizure of the Balkan gold mines? Hadn’t Alexander’s last planned campaign been for the sake of controlling the lucrative Arabian spice trade? How could anyone demur over such things? What would be the point of holding out against the nature of man and of the universe itself? Augustus set up in the midst of the Roman Forum a statue of himself that loomed eleven times the size of a normal man,10 and similarly awesome statues were erected in central shrines throughout the empire. Augustus was not a normal man; he was a god, deserving of worship. And, like all gods, he was terrifying.

fresco of an actor’s mask from a room in Augustus’ house on the Palatine Hill, which may have been his bedroom. The princeps enjoyed theater and, to judge by his last words, saw himself as a performer. He asked the people around his bedside: “Have I played my part in the farce of life well enough?

The propensity of nematodes to live inside other organisms is described in a poetic, but somewhat exaggerated, 1914 quote from the ‘father of nematology’, Nathan Augustus Cobb: If all the matter in the universe except the nematodes were swept away, our world would still be dimly recognizable, and if, as disembodied spirits, we could then investigate it, we should find its mountains, hills, vales, rivers, lakes and oceans represented by a thin film of nematodes. The location of towns would be decipherable, since for every massing of human beings there would be a corresponding massing of certain nematodes.

A level pathway led through woods, running between a steep hill and a great bog.

Augustus connected his villa on the Palatine hill to the temple of Apollo with a portico representing the mythological Danaids, Egyptian-born Greeks. The Greeks had integrated Egypt into their ideological landscape through the gadfly-tormented Io, thought to be Isis, who shed her bovine shape in Egypt when she married the pharaoh. Hellenized Egypt, through Alexandria, found its way to Rome, where it was integrated into the fabric of Rome’s founding location.