The just man having a firm grasp of his intentions, neither the heated passions of his fellow men ordaining something awful, nor… — Horace Copy Share Image
You will not rightly call him a happy man who possesses much; he more rightly earns the name of happy who is… — Horace Copy Share Image
The man who is just and resolute will not be moved from his settled purpose, either by the misdirected rage of his… — Horace Copy Share Image
What odds does it make to the man who lives within Nature's bounds, whether he ploughs a hundred acres or a thousand? — Horace Copy Share Image
Who is a good man? He who keeps the decrees of the fathers, and both human and divine laws. [Lat., Vir bonus… — Horace Copy Share Image
He that finds out he's changed his lot for worse, Let him betimes the untoward choice reverse: For still, when all is… — 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
Many brave men lived before Agamemnon; but, all unwept and unknown, are lost in the distant night, since they are without a… — Horace Copy Share Image
No man ever reached to excellence in any one art or profession without having passed through the slow and painful process of… — 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