Anything cracked will shatter at a touch.
OVID, The Poems of Exile: Tristia and the Black Sea Letters
The mind, conscious of innocence, despises false reports: but we are always ready to believe a scandal.
OVID, Fasti
Lips, however rosy, must be fed.
But still her silent looks loudly reproached me.
OVID, Amorum
The least strength suffices to break what is bruised.
OVID, Tristia
Simplicity is a jewel rarely found.
OVID, attributed, Day's Collacon
Reason is my only means of knowing and predicting the future; by it I have divined and acquired my knowledge.
OVID, attributed, Day's Collacon
The mind which is conscious of right, rectitude, undeviating integrity, despises, laughs at, treats with contempt, the lies of rumor.
OVID, attributed, Day's Collacon
Passion persuades me one way, reason another. I see the better and approve it, but I follow the worse.
OVID, Metamorphoses
Summer is unclothed, and bears a wheaten garland.
OVID, attributed, Day's Collacon
Anyone can be rich in promises.
OVID, attributed, Day's Collacon
The glow of inspiration warms us; this holy rapture springs from the seeds of the Divine mind sown in man.
OVID, attributed, Day's Collacon
He who is not prepared today, will be less so tomorrow.
OVID, attributed, Day's Collacon
Thanks are justly due for things got without purchase.
OVID, Amorum
Luck makes friends.