The pleasure that is granted to me from a sense of duty ceases to be a pleasure at all. — Ovid Copy Share
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 a home. — 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