In the make-up of human beings, intelligence counts for more than our hands, and that is our true strength.
OvidEnhance and intensify one's vision of that synthesis of truth and beauty which is the highest and deepest reality.
OvidFrom high Meonia's rocky shores I came, Of poor decsent, Acoetes is my name, My sire was measly born: no oxen ploughed, His fruitful fields, nor in his pastures lowed, His whole estate within the waters lay' With lines and hooks he caught the finny prey; His art was all his livelehood, which he Thus with his dying lips bequeathed to me: In streams, my boy, and rivers take thy chance; There swims', said he, Thy whole inheritance.
Ovid