Ovid, formally Publius Ovidius Naso

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

Roman Poet, Man of Letters

Author Quotes

The time will come when you will hate the sight of a mirror.

There is a God within us, and we glow when He stirs us.

This also, that I live, I consider a gift of God.

Time glides by and we grow old with the silent years; and the days flee away with no restraining curb.

To be thoroughly imbued with the liberal arts refines the manners, and makes men to be mild and gentle in their conduct.

We always strive for that which is forbidden, and desire that which is denied us.

Well has he lived who has lived well in obscurity.

The penalty may be removed, the crime is eternal.

The ungovernable passion for wealth.

There is a god within us, and we have intercourse with heaven. That spirit comes from abodes on high.

This letter gives me a tongue; and were I not allowed to write, I should be dumb.

Time is a stream which glides smoothly on and is past before we know.

To dismiss a guest is a more ungracious act than not to admit him at all.

We are all bound thither; we are hastening to the same common goal. Black death calls all things under the sway of its laws.

What a lady says to an eager lover he may write in the wind, or in running water.

The pleasure that is granted to me from a sense of duty ceases to be a pleasure at all.

The vulgar crowd values friends according to their usefulness

There is a good deal in a man's mode of eating.

Those dreams are true which we have in the morning, as the lamp begins to flicker.

Time is generally the best doctor.

To feel our ills is one thing, but to cure them is another.

We are always striving for things forbidden, and coveting those denied us.

What happened then was most incredible: the wefts turned green; and all the hanging cloth began to sprout with boughs, as ivy does; a part became grapevines; where threads had been, now twining tendrils grew; along the warp, vine leaves began to sprout; the purple hue that had adorned rich fabrics passed into a purple hue that colored clustered grapes.

The poet?s labors are a work of joy, and require peace of mind.

The wild boar is often held by a small dog.

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First Name
Ovid, formally Publius Ovidius Naso
Birth Date
43 B.C.
Death Date
17 A.D.

Roman Poet, Man of Letters