“And now the measure of my song is done: The work has reached its end; the book is mine, None shall unwrite these words: nor angry Jove, Nor war, nor fire, nor flood, Nor venomous time that eats our lives away. Then let that morning come, as come it will, When this disguise I carry shall be no more, And all the treacherous years of life undone, And yet my name shall rise to heavenly music, The deathless music of the circling stars. As long as Rome is the Eternal City These lines shall echo from the lips of men, As long as poetry speaks truth on earth, That immortality is mine to wear.”
Ovid“the gods are created by poets" --Ovid”
Ovid“The man who has experienced shipwreck shudders even at a calm sea.”
Ovid“Why had Ovid lived in Ancient Rome in 20 BCE23 and not Chicago in 2006 CE? Would Ovid still have been Ovid if he had lived in America? No, he wouldn’t have been, because he would have been a Native American or possibly an American Indian or a First Person or an Indigenous Person, and they did not have Latin or any other kind of written language then. So did Ovid matter because he was Ovid or because he lived in Ancient Rome?”
John Green, An Abundance of Katherines“And besides, we lovers fear everything”
Ovid, Metamorphoses“Habits change into character.”
Ovid“Like fragile ice anger passes away in time.”
Ovid“Fair peace becomes men ferocious anger belongs to beasts. ”
Ovid“First appearance deceives many.”
Ovid“Beauty is a fragile gift.”
Ovid“Bear and endure: This sorrow will one day prove to be for your good.”
Ovid