Death Quotes by Horace

Life grants nothing to us mortals without hard work.

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Death is the ultimate boundary of human matters.

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I shall not altogether die.

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Death is the last limit of all things.

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There is nothing assured to mortals.

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Envy is not to be conquered but by death.

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In the capacious urn of death, every name is shaken. [Lat., Omne capax movet urna nomen.]

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Pale death with an impartial foot knocks at the hovels of the poor and the palaces of king.

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Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori - It is a sweet and becoming thing to die for ones country.

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Years, following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away.

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Pale Death beats equally at the poor man's gate and at the palaces of kings.

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Lighten grief with hopes of a brighter morrow; Temper joy, in fear of a change of fortune.

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The changing year's successive plan Proclaims mortality to man.

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Death's dark way Must needs be trodden once, however we pause.

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Happy he who far from business, like the primitive are of mortals, cultivates with his own oxen the fields of his fathers,…

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One night is awaiting us all, and the way of death must be trodden once. [Lat., Omnes una manet nox, Et calcanda…

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Pale death approaches with equal step, and knocks indiscriminately at the door of teh cottage, and the portals of the palace.

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“Pallida mors aequo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas regumque turres. - Pale Death kicks in the huts of paupers just as it does…

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Alas, Postumus, the fleeting years slip by, nor will piety give any stay to wrinkles and pressing old age and untamable death.

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Pale death, with impartial step, knocks at the hut of the poor and the towers of kings. [Lat., Pallida mors aequo pulsat…

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Nothing is difficult to mortals; we strive to reach heaven itself in our folly. [Lat., Nil mortalibus arduum est; Coelum ipsum petimus…

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Either a peaceful old age awaits me, or death flies round me with black wings. [Lat., Seu me tranquilla senectus Exspectat, seu…

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Who then is free? The wise who can command his passions, who fears not want, nor death, nor chains, firmly resisting his…

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Who then is free? the wise man who is lord over himself; Whom neither poverty nor death, nor chains alarm; strong to…

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It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows how to use with wisdom the blessings…

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Few cross the river of time and are able to reach non-being. Most of them run up and down only on this…

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You will not rightly call him a happy man who possesses much; he more rightly earns the name of happy who is…

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Joys do not fall to the rich alone; nor has he lived ill of whose birth and death no one took note.

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Nothing is too high for the daring of mortals: we storm heaven itself in our folly.

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Pale death knocks with impartial foot at poor men's hovels and king's palaces.

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He has not lived badly whose birth and death has been unnoticed by the world.

— Horace

Pale death, with impartial step, knocks at the hut of the poor and the towers of kings.

— Horace

“Pulvis et umbra sumus. ( We are but dust and shadow. )”

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In a moment comes either death or joyful victory. [Lat., Horae Momento cita mors venit aut victoria laeta.]

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One night awaits all, and death's path must be trodden once and for all.

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We are all compelled to take the same road; from the urn of death, shaken for all, sooner or later the lot…

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Day is pushed out by day, and each new moon hastens to its death. [Lat., Truditur dies die, Novaeque pergunt interire lunae.]

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Not even piety will stay wrinkles, nor the encroachments of age, nor the advance of death, which cannot be resisted.

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Marble statues, engraved with public inscriptions, by which the life and soul return after death to noble leaders.

— Horace