What does drunkenness accomplish? It discloses secrets, it ratifies hopes, and urges even the unarmed to battle. — Horace Copy Share Image
A well-prepared mind hopes in adversity and fears in prosperity. [Lat., Sperat infestis, metuit secundis Alteram sortem, bene preparatum Pectus.] — 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
Let hopes and sorrows, fears and angers be, And think each day that dawns the last you'll see; For so the hour… — 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
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
Lighten grief with hopes of a brighter morrow; Temper joy, in fear of a change of fortune. — Horace Copy Share Image
A heart well prepared for adversity in bad times hopes, and in good times fears for a change in fortune. — Horace Copy Share Image
Wine brings to light the hidden secrets of the soul, gives being to our hopes, bids the coward flight, drives dull care… — Horace Copy Share Image
What does drunkenness not accomplish? It unlocks secrets, confirms our hopes, urges the indolent into battle, lifts the burden from anxious minds,… — 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
What wonders does not wine! It discloses secrets; ratifies and confirms our hopes; thrusts the coward forth to battle; eases the anxious… — Horace Copy Share Image
Joy, grief, desire or fear, whate'er the name The passion bears, its influence is the same; Where things exceed your hope or… — Horace Copy Share Image
Not to hope for things to last forever, is what the year teaches and even the hour which snatches a nice day… — 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