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
In vain will you fly from one vice if in your wilfulness you embrace another. — Horace Copy Share Image
If virtue holds the secret, don't defer; Be off with pleasure, and be on with her. — Horace Copy Share Image
If it is well with your belly, chest and feet - the wealth of kings can't give you more. — Horace Copy Share Image
If you know anything better than this candidly impart it; if not, use this with me. — Horace Copy Share Image
All singers have this fault: if asked to sing among friends they are never so inclined; if unasked, they never leave off. — Horace Copy Share Image
If you study the history and records of the world you must admit that the source of justice was the fear of… — Horace Copy Share Image
Poetry is like painting: one piece takes your fancy if you stand close to it, another if you keep at some distance. — Horace Copy Share Image
Often turn the stile [correct with care], if you expect to write anything worthy of being read twice. [Lat., Saepe stilum vertas,… — Horace Copy Share Image
I praise her (Fortune) while she lasts; if she shakes her quick wings, I resign what she has given, and take refuge… — Horace Copy Share Image
You will have written exceptionally well if, by skilful arrangement of your words, you have made an ordinary one seem original. — Horace Copy Share Image
That I make poetry and give pleasure - if I give pleasure - are because of you. — Horace Copy Share Image
If you rank me with the lyric poets, my exalted head shall strike the stars. [Lat., Quod si me lyricis vatibus inseris,… — 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