“Nothing is stronger than Custom (Fac tibi consuescat: nil adsuetudine maius)” — Ovid Amor Copy Share Image
I am dragged along by a strange new force. Desire and reason are pulling in different directions. I see the right way… — Ovid Desire Copy Share Image
Those presents are the most acceptable which are enhanced by our regard for the donor. — Ovid Acceptable Copy Share Image
I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave… — Ovid Giving Copy Share Image
Gutta cavat lapidem, non vi sed saepe cadendo. (The drop excavates the stone, not with force but by falling often.) — Ovid Drop Copy Share Image
The sick mind can not bear anything harsh. [Lat., Mensque pati durum sustinet aegra nihil.] — Ovid Bears Copy Share Image
If Jupiter should hurl a bolt whenever men sin, His armory would quickly be empty. — Ovid Bolts Copy Share Image
Suppressed pain chokes us; in our breasts It surges, adding ever to its strength. — Ovid Breasts Copy Share Image
Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had… — Ovid Complaining Copy Share Image
Let ancient times delight other folk, I rejoice that I was not born till now. — Ovid Ancient Copy Share Image
Pride is innate in beauty, and haughtiness is the companion of the fair. — Ovid Beauty Copy Share Image
Sleep, nature's rest, divine tranquility, That brings peace to the mind. — Ovid Divine Copy Share Image
Let others praise ancient times; I am glad I was born in these. — Ovid Ancient times Copy Share Image