Nor has he lived in vain, who from his cradle to his grave has passed his life in seclusion. — Horace Copy Share Image
Happy and thrice happy are those who enjoy an uninterrupted union, and whose love, unbroken by any sour complaints, shall not dissolve… — Horace Copy Share Image
Marble statues, engraved with public inscriptions, by which the life and soul return after death to noble leaders. — Horace Copy Share Image
Shun to seek what is hid in the womb of the morrow, and set down as gain in life's ledger whatever time… — Horace Copy Share Image
The short span of life forbids us to spin out hope to any length. Soon will night be upon you, and the… — Horace Copy Share Image
Carpe diem! Rejoice while you are alive; enjoy the day; live life to the fullest; make the most of what you have.… — Horace Copy Share Image
Imagine every day to he 5 the last6 of a life surrounded with hopes, cares, anger, and fear. The hours, that come… — Horace Copy Share Image
“He will through life be master of himself and a happy man who from day to day can have said, "I have… — Horace Copy Share Image
The mind that is cheerful in its present state, will be averse to all solicitude as to the future, and will meet… — Horace Copy Share Image
That man lives happy and in command of himself, who from day to day can say I have lived. Whether clouds obscure,… — Horace Copy Share Image
They change their sky, not their mind, who cross the sea. A busy idleness possesses us: we seek a happy life, with… — 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
