It is something to hold the scepter with a firm hand. [Lat., Est aliquid valida sceptra tenere manu.] — Ovid Copy Share Image
Nothing aids which may not also injure us. Fire serves us well, but he who plots to burn His neighbor's roof arms… — Ovid Copy Share Image
Anger assists hands however weak. [Lat., Quamlibet infirmas adjuvat ira manus.] — Ovid Copy Share Image
How little you know about the age you live in if you think that honey is sweeter than cash in hand — Ovid Copy Share Image
What is more useful than fire? Yet if any one prepares to burn a house, it is with fire that he arms… — Ovid Copy Share Image
Some wounds grow worse beneath the surgeon's hand; Better that they were not touched at all. — Ovid Copy Share Image
For in this strange anatomy we wear, the head has greater powers than the hand; the spirit, heart, and mind are over… — Ovid Copy Share Image
In the make-up of human beings, intelligence counts for more than our hands, and that is our true strength. — Ovid Copy Share Image
Knowest thou not that kings have long hands? [Lat., An nescis longos regibus esse manus?] — Ovid Copy Share Image
A wound will perhaps become tolerable with length of time; but wounds which are raw shudder at the touch of the hands. — 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
