Man is never watchful enough against dangers that threaten him every hour. [Lat., Quid quisque vitet nunquam homini satis Cautum est in… — Horace Copy Share Image
Think to yourself that every day is your last; the hour to which you do not look forward will come as a… — Horace Copy Share Image
His anger is easily excited and appeased, and he changes from hour to hour. — 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
He who postpones the hour of living as he ought, is like the rustic who waits for the river to pass along… — 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
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
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
Not even for an hour can you bear to be alone, nor can you advantageously apply your leisure time, but you endeavor,… — 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
