Anger assists hands however weak. [Lat., Quamlibet infirmas adjuvat ira manus.] — Ovid Anger Copy Share Image
Let love give way to business; give attention to business and you will be safe. — Ovid Attention Copy Share Image
I am an exile; but it is the fault that pains; The punishment is nought; that it is deserved Is all the… — Ovid Exile Copy Share Image
I grabbed a pile of dust, and holding it up, foolishly asked for as many birthdays as the grains of dust, I… — Ovid Birthday Copy Share Image
A wealthy traveller fears an ambush, while one with empty pockets journeys on in safety. — 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
Those presents are the most acceptable which are enhanced by our regard for the donor. — Ovid Copy Share Image
“...et ignotas animum dimittit in artes, naturamque nouat. (to arts unknown he bends his wits, and alters nature.)” — Ovid Art 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
The sick mind can not bear anything harsh. [Lat., Mensque pati durum sustinet aegra nihil.] — Ovid Bears Copy Share Image
We beg one hour of death, that neither she With widow's tears may live to bury me, Nor weeping I, with wither'd… — Ovid Copy Share Image
Face troubles from their birth, for 'tis too late to cure When long delay has given the evil strength. Haste then; postpone… — Ovid Birth Copy Share Image
The raven once in snowy plumes was drest, White as the whitest dove's unsullied breast, Fair as the guardian of the Capitol,… — Ovid Bird Copy Share Image
Alcohol is necessary for a man so that he can have a good opinion of himself, undisturbed be the facts. Finley Peter… — Ovid Alcohol 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
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
Cunning leads to knavery. It is but a step from one to the other, and that very slippery. Only lying makes the… — Ovid Copy Share Image
The hunter follows things which flee from him; he leaves them when they are taken; and ever seeks for that which is… — Ovid Copy Share Image