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LATIN


Homo sum, humani nihil et un me alienum puto!

Ad vitam aeternam  «Vers la Vie éternelle; Vers l'éternité. »

Alpha et Omega  «Alpha et Oméga. » 

Alta alatis brevet  «Le ciel est ouvert à Ceux Qui Ont des 

ailes. »




Ama nesciri « Aimez être inconnu et ne compter pour rien. »


Amant alterna camenæ « Les Muses aiment les chants de deux 

voix qui s'alternent. »


Amor fati « Aime ta destinée. »

Amor mundum fecit « L'amour a fait le monde. »

Amor omnibus idem « L'amour est le même pour tous. »



fécond en miel et en venin. »



« Je suis un homme ; rien de ce qui est humain ne m'est étranger »


Honoris causa « Pour l'honneur ; de façon honorifique. »



Hora fugit, stat jus « L'heure fuit, le droit demeure. »





Adhuc sub judice lis est « Le procès est encore devant le juge. »

Adsum « Je suis ici. »

defendere « Face au danger, la raison naturelle permet de se

défendre. »

Adversus solem ne loquitor « Ne parle pas contre le Soleil. »

Ægroto dum anima est, spes est « Tant que le malade a

un souffle, il y a de l'espoir. »

Æquam memento servare mentem « N'oublie jamais de garder

une âme toujours égale. »



Animus imperat corpori « L'esprit commande au corps. »


Ars (est) celare artem « L'art consiste à dissimuler l'art. »
Ars gratia artis « L'art pour l'art. »
Ars longa, vita brevis « L'art est long, la vie est courte. »
Ars similis casus « L'art ressemble au hasard. »



Amor patriæ nostra lex « L'amour de la patrie est notre loi. »


Amor tussisque non celatur « L'amour et la toux ne se 


peuvent celer. »

Amor vincit omnia « L'amour est toujours vainqueur. »


Aut vincere, aut mori « La victoire ou la mort »
Avaro omnia desunt, inopi pauca, sapienti nihil « À l'avare, tout manque ; au pauvre, peu ; au sage, rien. »
Avarus nisi cum moritur, nil recte facit « La seule bonne action que puisse accomplir un avare, c'est mourir. »
Aut pati aut mori « Souffrir ou mourir »
Ave atque vale « Salut et bonne route. »




Clark Ashton SmithClark Ashton Smith > Quotes


“Bow down, I am the emperor of dreams.”

“There have been times when only a hair's-breadth has intervened betwixt myself and the seething devil-ridden world of madness; for the hideous knowledge, the horror- blackened memories which I have carried so long, were never meant to be borne by the human intellect. ”








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“Not as the plants and flowers of Earth, growing peacefully beneath a simple sun, were the blossoms of the planet Lophai. Coiling and uncoiling in double dawns; tossing tumultuously under vast suns of jade green and balas-ruby orange; swaying and weltering in rich twilights, in aurora-curtained nights, they resembled fields of rooted serpents that dance eternally to an other-worldly music.”


“In one picture, the pool was half hidden by a fringe of mace- weeds, and the dead willow was leaning across it at a prone, despondent angle, as if mysteriously arrested in its fall towards the stagnant waters. Beyond, the alders seemed to strain away from the pool, exposing their knotted roots as if in eternal effort. In the other drawing, the pool formed the main portion of the foreground, with the skeleton tree looming drearily at one side. At the water's farther end, the cat-tails seemed to wave and whisper among themselves in a dying wind; and the steeply barring slope of pine at the meadow's terminus was indicated as a wall of gloomy green that closed in the picture, leaving only a pale of autumnal sky at the top. ("Genius Loci")”


“in the days when the world begins to bleach and shrivel, and the sun is blotched with death. Socialist and Individualist, they'll all be a little dirt lodged deep in the granite wrinkles of the globe's countenance.”

“Stern and white as a tomb, older than the memory of the dead, and built by men or devils beyond the recording of myth, is the mansion in which we dwell.”

“To me, the best, if not the only function of imaginative writing, is to lead the human imagination outward, to take it into the vast external cosmos, and away from all that introversion and introspection, that morbidly exaggerated prying into one's own vitals—and the vitals of others—which Robinson Jeffers has so aptly symbolized as "incest." What we need is less "human interest," in the narrow sense of the term—not more. Physiological—and even psychological analysis—can be largely left to the writers of scientific monographs on such themes. Fiction, as I see it, is not the place for that sort of grubbing.”



“Not as the plants and flowers of Earth, growing peacefully beneath a simple sun, were the blossoms of the planet Lophai. Coiling and uncoiling in double dawns; tossing tumultuously under vast suns of jade green and balas-ruby orange; swaying and weltering in rich twilights, in aurora-curtained nights, they resembled fields of rooted serpents that dance eternally to an other-worldly music.”


“Bow down, I am the emperor of dreams.”