Ovid

The mind is a fertile soil, wherein anything may be planted.

Every lover is a soldier.

The wound that is not seen is the most dangerous.

The end crowns the work.

We are always in a state of becoming.

The greatest love is a mother's; then a dog's; then a lover's.

Nothing is more powerful than habit.

The best medicine for a sick mind is a quiet mind.

Dripping water hollows out stone, not through force, but through persistence.

Love is a kind of warfare.

We two form a multitude.

In love's wars, he who flees is conquered.

Happy is the man who has broken the chains of love.

The mind, conscious of rectitude, laughed to scorn the falsehood of report.

Envy, sluggish care, and what is called sorrow, are all born of idleness.

Everyone is a fool for love.

Time devours all things.

I am Ovid, the poet, who sings of bodies changed into new forms.

What is it that love does to us? It makes us want to be near the one we love.

Fortune helps the brave.