Let Us Live; Let Us Love

Let us live, my Lesbia, let us love,

and all the words of the old, and so moral, 

may they be worth less than nothing to us!

Suns may set, and suns may rise again:

but when our brief light has set,

night is one long everlasting sleep.

Give me a thousand kisses, a hundred more,

another thousand, and another hundred,

and, when we've counted up the many thousands,

confuse them so as not to know them all,

so that no enemy may cast an evil eye,

by knowing that there were so many kisses. 

I had to translate this poem when I took Latin in high school and it has remained one of my favorites ever since.  Catullus definitely knew how to write a love poem, if you ask me.

Translation found here.

For Dear Old UVa

"Whatever the problems this University may be facing, make no mistake: This is one of the world's great universities.  Every day on Grounds, great ideas are pursued; outstanding books are written; patients' lives are saved, often after despair had set in.  The products and industries of tomorrow are being crafted in our laboratories, and the leaders of the twenty-first century fill our classrooms and seminar rooms."

--Teresa Sullivan