Ovid, formally Publius Ovidius Naso

Ovid, formally Publius Ovidius Naso
43 B.C.
17 A.D.

Roman Poet, Man of Letters

Author Quotes

The mind conscious of innocence despises false reports: but we are a set always ready to believe a scandal.

The robber and the cautious traveler alike are girded with the sword; the one uses it as a means of attack, the other as a means of defense.

The wounded limb shrinks from the slightest touch; and a slight shadow alarms the nervous.

There is no small pleasure in pure water.

Thou seest how sloth wastes the sluggish body, as water is corrupted unless it moves.

Time, the devourer of all things.

Truly now is the golden age; the highest honor comes by means of gold; by gold love is procured.

We hunt for things unlawful with swift feet, as if forbidden joys were only sweet.

The mind conscious of innocence despises false reports; but we are always ready to believe a scandal.

The sharp thorn often produces delicate roses.

Their useless torches on dry hedges throw, that catch the flames, and kindle all the row; so burns the God, consuming in desire, and feeding in his breast a fruitless fire.

There is no such thing as pure pleasure; some anxiety always goes with it.

Thus all things are but altered, nothing dies.

Tis best to be silent in a bad cause.

Twice does he live who can enjoy the remembrance of the past.

We must improve our time; time goes with rapid foot.

The mind grows sicker than the body in contemplation of its suffering.

The sick mind cannot bear anything harsh.

Then the Omnipotent Father with his thunder made Olympus tremble, and from Ossa hurled Pelion.

There is no useful thing which may not be turned to an injurious purpose.

Thus does the white swan, as he lies on the wet grass, when the Fates summon him, sing at the fords of Maeander.

Tis not always in a physician's power to cure the sick; at times the disease is stronger than trained art.

Use the occasion, for it passes swiftly.

We strive after the forbidden.

The mind is sicker than the sick body; in contemplation of its sufferings it becomes hopeless.

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First Name
Ovid, formally Publius Ovidius Naso
Birth Date
43 B.C.
Death Date
17 A.D.
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Roman Poet, Man of Letters