As the mind of each man is conscious of good or evil, so does he conceive within his breast hope or fear,… — Ovid Copy Share Image
A wealthy traveller fears an ambush, while one with empty pockets journeys on in safety. — Ovid Copy Share Image
The most wretched fortune is safe; for there is no fear of anything worse. [Lat., Fortuna miserrima tuta est: Nam timor eventus… — Ovid Copy Share Image
Let others seek safety. Nothing is safer than misfortune, Where there's no fear of greater ill to come. — Ovid Copy Share Image
The dove, O hawk, that has once been wounded by thy talons, is frightened by the least movement of a wing. [Lat.,… — Ovid Copy Share Image
I am above being injured by fortune, though she steals away much, more will remain with me. The blessing I now enjoy… — Ovid Copy Share Image
According to the state of a man's conscience, so do hope and fear on account of his deeds arise in his mind. — Ovid Copy Share Image
The wounded limb shrinks from the slightest touch; and a slight shadow alarms the nervous. [Lat., Membra reformidant mollem quoque saucia tactum:… — Ovid Copy Share Image
When worse may yet befall, there's room for prayer, But when our fortune's at its lowest ebb, We trample fear beneath our… — 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