In a moment comes either death or joyful victory. [Lat., Horae Momento cita mors venit aut victoria laeta.] — Horace Copy Share Image
Joys do not fall to the rich alone; nor has he lived ill of whose birth and death no one took note. — 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
Keep clear of courts: a homely life transcends The vaunted bliss of monarchs and their friends. — Horace Copy Share Image
To marvel at nothing is just about the one and only thing, Numicius, that can make a man happy and keep him… — Horace Copy Share Image
Enjoy thankfully any happy hour heaven may send you, nor think that your delights will keep till another year. — Horace Copy Share Image
Not to be lost in idle admiration is the only sure means of making and preserving happiness. — 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
Joyful let the soul be in the present, let it disdain to trouble about what is beyond and temper bitterness with a… — Horace Copy Share Image
You traverse the world in search of happiness which is within the reach of every man. A contented mind confers it on… — 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
It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows how to use with wisdom the blessings… — Horace Copy Share Image
Sad people dislike the happy, and the happy the sad; the quick thinking the sedate, and the careless the busy and industrious. — Horace Copy Share Image
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own: he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do… — Horace Copy Share Image
Happy the man who, removed from all cares of business, after the manner of his forefathers cultivates with his own team his… — 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
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 Image
“Finxerunt animi, raro et perpauca loquentis. (To action little, less to words inclinded.)” — Horace Copy Share Image
No verse can give pleasure for long, nor last, that is written by drinkers of water. — Horace Copy Share Image
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 Image
In a moment comes either death or joyful victory. [Lat., Horae Momento cita mors venit aut victoria laeta.] — Horace Copy Share Image
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori - It is a sweet and becoming thing to die for ones country. — Horace Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“You may drive out Nature with a pitchfork, yet she still will hurry back.” — Horace Copy Share Image