It warms the blood, adds luster to the eyes, and wine and love have ever been allies. — Ovid Copy Share Image
The love of fame usually spurs on the mind. [Lat., Ingenio stimulos subdere fama solet.] — Ovid Copy Share Image
All human things hang on a slender thread, the strongest fall with a sudden crash. — Ovid Copy Share Image
Majesty and love do not consort well together, nor do they dwell in the same place. — Ovid Copy Share Image
There is no brotherhood between love and dignity, Nor can they share the same abode. — Ovid Copy Share Image
What is it that love does to a woman? Without she only sleeps with it alone, she lives. — Ovid Copy Share Image
Every woman thinks herself attractive; even the plainest is satisfied with the charms she deems that she possesses. — Ovid Copy Share
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength. — Ovid Copy Share
A mind conscious of right laughs at the falsehoods of rumour. [Lat., Conscia mens recti famae mendacia risit.] — Ovid Copy Share
It is convenient that there be gods, and, as it is convenient, let us believe there are. — Ovid Copy Share
I hate a woman who offers herself because she ought to do so, and cold and dry thinks of her sewing when making love. — Ovid Copy Share
The sea's vast depths lie open to the fish; Wherever the breezes blow the bird may fly; So to the brave man every land's… — Ovid Copy Share
Rare is the virtue that's not ruled by Fortune, That stands unshaken even when Fortune flees. — Ovid Copy Share
Thus all things altered. Nothing dies. And here and there the unbodied spirit flies. — Ovid Copy Share