The aim of the poet is to inform or delight, or to combine together, in what he says, both pleasure and applicability… — 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
The mind that is cheerful in its present state, will be averse to all solicitude as to the future, and will meet… — Horace Copy Share Image
We rarely find anyone who can say he has lived a happy life, and who, content with his life, can retire from… — Horace Copy Share Image
I would advise him who wishes to imitate well, to look closely into life and manners, and thereby to learn to express… — 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
He who postpones the hour of living is like the rustic who waits for the river to run out before he crosses. — Horace Copy Share Image
As we speak cruel time is fleeing. Seize the day, believing as little as possible in tomorrow. — Horace Copy Share Image
“He will through life be master of himself and a happy man who from day to day can have said, "I have… — Horace Copy Share Image
They change their sky, not their mind, who cross the sea. A busy idleness possesses us: we seek a happy life, with… — Horace Copy Share Image
Curst is the wretch enslaved to such a vice, Who ventures life and soul upon the dice. — Horace Copy Share Image
He possesses dominion over himself, and is happy, who can every day say, "I have lived." Tomorrow the heavenly father may either… — 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
