Curst is the wretch enslaved to such a vice, Who ventures life and soul upon the dice. — Horace Copy Share Image
He who preserves a man's life against his will does the same thing as if he slew him. — Horace Copy Share Image
The whole race of scribblers flies from the town and yearns for country life. — Horace Copy Share Image
It is courage, courage, courage, that raises the blood of life to crimson splendor. Live bravely and present a brave front to… — Horace Copy Share Image
I would advise him who wishes to imitate well, to look closely into life and manners, and thereby to learn to express… — Horace Copy Share Image
Success in the affairs of life often serves to hide one's abilities, whereas adversity frequently gives one an opportunity to discover them. — Horace Copy Share Image
He who postpones the hour of living is like the rustic who waits for the river to run out before he crosses. — Horace Copy Share Image
Does he council you better who bids you, Money, by right means, if you can: but by any means, make money ? — Horace Copy Share Image
Ah Fortune, what god is more cruel to us than thou! How thou delightest ever to make sport of human life! — Horace Copy Share Image
We rarely find anyone who can say he has lived a happy life, and who, content with his life, can retire from… — Horace Copy Share Image
“He who postpones the hour of living rightly is like the rustic who waits for the river to run out before he… — Horace Copy Share Image
Abridge your hopes in proportion to the shortness of the span of human life; for while we converse, the hours, as if… — Horace Copy Share Image
In the midst of hopes and cares, of apprehensions and of disquietude, regard every day that dawns upon you as if it… — Horace Copy Share Image
How does it happen, Maecenas, that no one is content with that lot in life which he has chosen, or which chance… — Horace Copy Share Image
He who postpones the hour of living as he ought, is like the rustic who waits for the river to pass along… — Horace Copy Share Image
He possesses dominion over himself, and is happy, who can every day say, "I have lived." Tomorrow the heavenly father may either… — Horace Copy Share Image
The aim of the poet is to inform or delight, or to combine together, in what he says, both pleasure and applicability… — Horace Copy Share Image
If nothing is delightful without love and jokes, then live in love and jokes. — Horace Copy Share Image
As we speak cruel time is fleeing. Seize the day, believing as little as possible in tomorrow. — Horace Copy Share Image
Content with his past life, let him take leave of life like a satiated guest. — Horace Copy Share Image
Keep clear of courts: a homely life transcends The vaunted bliss of monarchs and their friends. — Horace Copy Share Image
Strange - is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us… — Horace Copy Share
“Finxerunt animi, raro et perpauca loquentis. (To action little, less to words inclinded.)” — Horace Copy Share
No verse can give pleasure for long, nor last, that is written by drinkers of water. — Horace Copy Share
Fate with impartial hand turns out the doom of high and low; her capacious urn is constantly shaking the names of all mankind. — Horace Copy Share
In a moment comes either death or joyful victory. [Lat., Horae Momento cita mors venit aut victoria laeta.] — Horace Copy Share
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori - It is a sweet and becoming thing to die for ones country. — Horace Copy Share
Neither men, nor gods, nor booksellers' shelves permit ordinary poets to exist. [Lat., Mediocribus esse poetis Non homines, non di, non concessere columnae.] — Horace Copy Share
Don't yield to that alluring witch, laziness, or else be prepared to surrender all that you have won in your better moments. — Horace Copy Share
Avoid inquisitive persons, for they are sure to be gossips, their ears are open to hear, but they will not keep what is entrusted… — Horace Copy Share
There is a proper measure in all things, certain limits beyond which and short of which right is not to be found. Who so… — Horace Copy Share
Alas, Postumus, the fleeting years slip by, nor will piety give any stay to wrinkles and pressing old age and untamable death. — Horace Copy Share
![“He who postpones the hour of living as he ought, is like the rustic who waits for the river to pass along (before he crosses); but it glides on and will glide forever. [Lat., Vivendi recte qui prorogat horam Rusticus expectat dum defluat amnis; at ille Labitur et labetur in omne volubilis aevum.]” quote by Horace](https://sms4smile.com/q/img-quotes/19a/horace-172_crosses_he-who-postpones-the-hour-of-living-as-h_783758.jpg)
