Evenhanded fate hath but one law for small and great; the ample urn holds all men's names. — Horace Copy Share Image
Grammatici certant et adhuc sub iudice lis est. - Grammarians dispute, and the case it still before the courts. — Horace Copy Share Image
Who is a good man? He who keeps the decrees of the fathers, and both human and divine laws. [Lat., Vir bonus… — Horace Copy Share Image
Keep clear of courts: a homely life transcends The vaunted bliss of monarchs and their friends. — Horace Copy Share Image
Why then should words challenge Eternity, When greatest men, and greatest actions die? Use may revive the obsoletest words, And banish those… — Horace Copy Share Image
Even-handed fate Hath but one law for small and great: That ample urn holds all men's names. — Horace Copy Share Image
Few cross the river of time and are able to reach non-being. Most of them run up and down only on this… — Horace Copy Share Image
Let those who drink not, but austerely dine, dry up in law; the Muses smell of wine. — Horace Copy Share Image
Of what use are laws, inoperative through public immortality? [Lat., Quid leges sine moribus Vanae proficiunt?] — 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