The sea's vast depths lie open to the fish; Wherever the breezes blow the bird may fly; So to the brave man… — Ovid Copy Share Image
The whole earth is the brave man's country. [Lat., Omne solum forti patria est.] — Ovid Copy Share Image
God gave man an upright countenance to survey the heavens, and to look upward to the stars. — Ovid Copy Share Image
Adde, quod ingénues didicisse fideliter artes Emollit mores, nec sinit esse fervos. To be instructed in the arts, softens the manners and… — Ovid Copy Share Image
Money nowadays is money; money brings office; money gains friends; everywhere the poor man is down. [Lat., In pretio pretium nunc est;… — Ovid Copy Share Image
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
Haste is productive of injury, and so is too much hesitation. He is the wisest man who does everything at the proper… — Ovid Copy Share Image
The glow of inspiration warms us; this holy rapture springs from the seeds of the Divine mind sown in man. — Ovid Copy Share Image
Tis on the living Envy feeds. She silent grows When, after death, man's honor is his guard. So I, when on the… — Ovid Copy Share Image
The swallow is not ensnared by men because of its gentle nature. [Lat., At caret insidiis hominum, quia mitis, hirundo.] — Ovid Copy Share Image
All other creatures look down toward the earth, but man was given a face so that might turn his eyes toward the… — Ovid Copy Share Image
Not for any one man's delight has Nature made the sun, the wind, the waters; all are free. — 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
