“Thus all things are but altered, nothing dies.”

— Ovid, Metamorphoses, XV, 165; tr. John Dryden

About Ovid

Roman poet, author of the 'Metamorphoses' and 'Tristia'.

“Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.”

“Time, in its stealthy gliding, cheats us all without our notice; nothing goes more swiftly than do the years.”

“Thanks are justly due for things got without purchase.”

“Death, like generation, is a secret of Nature.”

“No hour of life is lost that is spent in the saddle.”

“A witticism is an epigram on the death of a feeling.”

“God can make good use of all that happens, but the loss is real.”

“A living dog is better than a dead lion.”

“Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.”