Quote

It is convenient that there be gods, and, as it is convenient, let us believe there are.

Ovid

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Ovid
Author
Elegist
Mythographer
Poet
Writer
Publius Ovidius Naso
P. Ovidius Naso
Atheism
Believe
Convenient
Gods

More quotes by Ovid

Image
To feel our ills is one thing, but to cure them is another.
Ovid
Image
Whether they yield or refuse, it delights women to have been asked.
Ovid
Image
There is a God within us, and we glow when He stirs us.
Ovid
Image
Those things that nature denied to human sight, she revealed to the eyes of the soul.
Ovid
Image
Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all.
Ovid
Image
Love and dignity do not dwell together.
Ovid
Image
Wind feeds the fire, and wind extinguishes: The flames are nourished by a gentle breeze, Yet, if it stronger grows, they sink and die.
Ovid
Image
The spirited horse, which will try to win the race of its own accord, will run even faster if encouraged.
Ovid
Image
The man who falls in love chill find plenty of occupation.
Ovid
Image
When the character's right, looks are a greater delight.
Ovid
Image
Calumny ever pursues the great, even as the winds hurl themselves on high places.
Ovid
Image
Destroy our leisure and you break love's bow.
Ovid
Image
A red rose peeping through a white? Or else a cherry (double graced) Within a lily? Centre placed? Or ever marked the pretty beam, A strawberry shows, half drowned in cream? Or seen rich rubies blushing through A pure smooth pearl, and orient too? So like to this, nay all the rest, Is each neat niplet of her breast.
Ovid
Image
Sleep, rest of things, O pleasing Deity, Peace of the soul, which cares dost crucify, Weary bodies refresh and mollify.
Ovid
Image
Although they posses enough, and more than enough still they yearn for more.
Ovid
Image
There are as many characters in men As there are shapes in nature.
Ovid
Image
We are slow to believe that which if believed would hurt our feelings.
Ovid
Image
If thou wouldst marry wisely, marry thine equal.
Ovid
Image
The raven once in snowy plumes was drest, White as the whitest dove's unsullied breast, Fair as the guardian of the Capitol, Soft as the swan a large and lovely fowl His tongue, his prating tongue had changed him quite To sooty blackness from the purest white.
Ovid
Image
See that you promise: what harm is there in promise? In promises anyone can be rich.
Ovid