Ovid

Quotes

  1. No species remains constant: that great renovator of matter

    Nature, endlessly fashions new forms from old: there’s nothing

    in the whole universe that perishes, believe me; rather

    it renews and varies its substance. What we describe as birth

    is no more than incipient change from a prior state, while dying

    is merely to quit it. Though the parts may be transported

    hither and thither, the sum of all matter is constant.

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  2. What, however, is my fault? Unless to have played can be called a fault, unless it can be called a fault to have loved.

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  3. Your right arm is useful in the battle; but when it comes to thinking you need my guidance. You have force without intelligence; while mine is the care for to-morrow. You are a good fighter; but is I who help Atrides select the time of fighting. Your value is in your body only; mine, in mind. And, as much as he who directs the ship surpasses him who only rows it, as much as the general exceeds the common soldier, so much greater am I than you. For in these bodies of ours the heart is of more value than the hand; all our real living is in that.

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  4. A creature of a more exalted kind

    Was wanting yet, and then was Man designed;

    Conscious of thought, of more capacious breast,

    For empire formed, and fit to rule the rest.

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  5. He is beautiful even to enemy eyes.

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  6. Water belongs to us all. Nature did not make the sun one person's property, nor air, nor water, cool and clear.

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  7. The cause is hidden, but the result is well known.

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  8. The gods have their own rules.

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  9. O mortals, from your fellows' blood abstain,

    Nor taint your bodies with a food profane:

    While corn, and pulse by Nature are bestow'd,

    And planted orchards bend their willing load;

    While labour'd gardens wholesom herbs produce,

    And teeming vines afford their gen'rous juice;

    Nor tardier fruits of cruder kind are lost,

    But tam'd with fire, or mellow'd by the frost;

    While kine to pails distended udders bring,

    And bees their hony redolent of Spring;

    While Earth not only can your needs supply,

    But, lavish of her store, provides for luxury;

    A guiltless feast administers with ease,

    And without blood is prodigal to please.

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  10. He, because years restrained him from warring, fought by speaking; he attacked and cursed the criminal weapons.

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  11. And he turned his mind to unknown arts.

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  12. Pointing to a pile of dust, that had collected, I foolishly begged to have as many anniversaries of my birth, as were represented by the dust. But I forgot to ask that the years should be accompanied by youth.

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