I am dragged along by a strange new force. Desire and reason are pulling in different directions. I see the right way… — Ovid Copy Share Image
Passion persuades me one way, reason another. I see the better and approve it, but I follow the worse. — Ovid Copy Share Image
If it were in my power, I would be wiser; but a newly felt power carries me off in spite of myself;… — Ovid Copy Share Image
It is a pleasure appropriate to man, for him to save a fellow-man, and gratitude is acquired in no better way. — Ovid Copy Share Image
Let love give way to business; give attention to business and you will be safe. — Ovid Copy Share Image
Ants do no bend their ways to empty barns, so no friend will visit the place of departed wealth. [Lat., Horrea formicae… — Ovid Copy Share Image
Envy, slothful vice, Never makes its way in lofty characters, But, like the skulking viper, creeps and crawls Close to the ground. — Ovid Copy Share Image
Struggling over my fickle heart, love draws it now this way, and now hate that--but love, I think, is winning. I will… — 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