Thus all things altered. Nothing dies. And here and there the unbodied spirit flies. — Ovid Copy Share Image
All things change, nothing is extinguished. There is nothing in the whole world which is permanent. Everything flows onward; all things are… — Ovid Copy Share Image
All things human hang by a slender thread; and that which seemed to stand strong suddenly falls and sinks in ruins. — Ovid Copy Share Image
We are all bound thither; we are hastening to the same common goal. Black death calls all things under the sway of… — Ovid Copy Share Image
There is nothing in the whole world which abides. All things are in a state of ebb and flow, and every shadow… — Ovid Copy Share Image
Devouring Time and envious Age, all things yield to you; and with lingering death you destroy, step by step, with venomed tooth… — Ovid Copy Share Image
All-devouring time, envious age, Nought can escape you, and by slow degrees, Worn by your teeth, all things will lingering die. — Ovid Copy Share Image
Sleep, thou repose of all things; sleep, thou gentlest of the deities; thou peace of the mind, from which care flies; who… — 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 Image
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength. — Ovid Copy Share Image
A mind conscious of right laughs at the falsehoods of rumour. [Lat., Conscia mens recti famae mendacia risit.] — Ovid Copy Share Image
It is convenient that there be gods, and, as it is convenient, let us believe there are. — Ovid Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
Rare is the virtue that's not ruled by Fortune, That stands unshaken even when Fortune flees. — Ovid Copy Share Image
Thus all things altered. Nothing dies. And here and there the unbodied spirit flies. — Ovid Copy Share Image
