A field becomes exhausted by constant tillage.

— Ovid

All love is vanquished by a succeeding love.

— Ovid

All other creatures look down toward the earth, but man was given a face so that might turn his eyes toward the stars and his gaze upon the sky.

— Ovid

All things change nothing is extinguished.

— Ovid

Although the gods were in the distant skies, Pythagoras drew near them with his mind;what nature had denied to human sight, he saw with his intellect, his mental eye. When he, with reason and tenacious care, had probed all things, he taught-- to those who gathered in silence and amazement-- what he'd learned of the beginnings of the universe, of what caused things to happen, and what Ishtar nature: what god is, whence come the snows, what is the origin of lightning bolts--whether it is the thundering winds or Jove that cleave the cloud banks-- and what is the cause of earthquakes, and what laws control the course of stars: in sum, whatever had been hid, Pythagoras revealed.

— Ovid

And besides, we lovers fear everything

— Ovid

And now the measure of my song is done: The work has reached its end; the book is mine, None shall write 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

A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn it can be stabbed to death by a quip and worried to death by a frown on the right man's brow.

— Ovid

Anything cracked will shatter at a touch.

— Ovid

Arrive before your Husband. Not that I can See quite what good arriving first will do;But still arrive before him. When he's taken His place upon the couch, and you go tooth sit beside him, on your best behavior Stealthily touch my foot, and look at me, Watching my nods, my eyes, my face's language;Catch and return my signals secretly. I'll send a wordless message with my eyebrows;You'll read my fingers' words, words traced in wine. When you recall our games of love together, Your finger on rosy cheeks must trace a line. If in your silent thoughts you wish to chide me, Let your hand hold the lobe of your soft ear;When, darling, what I do or say gives pleasure, Keep turning to a for the ring you wear. When you wish well-earned curses on your husband, Lay your hand on the table, as in prayer. If he pours you wine, watch out, tell him to drink it;Ask for what you want from the waiter there. I shall take next the glass you hand the waiter And I'll drink from the place you took your sips;If he should offer anything he's tasted, Refuse whatever food has touched his lips. Don't let him plant his arms upon your shoulders, Don't let him rest your gentle head on his hard chest, Don't let your dress, your breasts, admit his fingers, And--most of all--no kisses to be pressed! You kiss--and I'll reveal myself your lover;I'll say 'they're mine'; my legal claim I'll stake. All this, of course I'll see, But what's well hidden under your dress--blind terror makes me quake.

— Ovid