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Love Quotes by Horace

68 Love quotes by Horace

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Horace reminds us that love can be guided by a mentor like Teucer and that a middle ground often exists. He urges taking each day as a gift, seeking truth in quiet places, and notes that humility and even love after death are part of the human experience.

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A pauper in the midst of wealth.

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That best of blessings, a contented mind.

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Don't just think, do.

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There is moderation in everything.

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Let Apella the Jew believe it.

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Humble things become the humble.

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A poem is like a painting.

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The grammarians are arguing.

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Let us seize, friends, our opportunity from the day as it passes.

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If a better system is thine, impart it if not, make use of mine.

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Gladly accept the gifts of the present hour.

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Nor has he spent his life badly who has passed it in privacy.

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Take as a gift whatever the day brings forth...

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And seek for truth in the groves of Academe.

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He will be loved when dead, who was envied when he was living.

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Necessity takes impartially the highest and the lowest.

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Naturam expellas furca, tamen usque revenit. You can drive nature out with a pitchfork, she will nevertheless come back.

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One goes to the right, the other to the left; both are wrong, but in different directions.

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He wears himself out by his labours, and grows old through his love of possessing wealth.

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Happy and thrice happy are those who enjoy an uninterrupted union, and whose love, unbroken by any sour complaints, shall not dissolve…

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I want to live, and die with you.

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I shall not altogether die.

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Anger is a brief lunacy.

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Even the worthy Homer sometimes nods.

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Books have their destinies.

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We are all gathered to the same fold.

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One cannot know everything.

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Busy idleness urges us on.

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Punishment follows close on crime.

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I shall not completely die.

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Music is an incitement to love.

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There is a middle ground in things.

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He will be beloved when he is no more.

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To know all things is not permitted.

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Don't carry logs into the forest.

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Anger is a momentary madness.

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There is nothing assured to mortals.

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The same night awaits us all.

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It is grievous to be caught.

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I am doubting what to do.

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Strange - is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us…

“Finxerunt animi, raro et perpauca loquentis. (To action little, less to words inclinded.)”

No verse can give pleasure for long, nor last, that is written by drinkers of water.

Fate with impartial hand turns out the doom of high and low; her capacious urn is constantly shaking the names of all mankind.

A word, once sent abroad, flies irrevocably.

“Natales grate numeras? (Do you count your birthdays with gratitude?)”

In a moment comes either death or joyful victory. [Lat., Horae Momento cita mors venit aut victoria laeta.]

Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori - It is a sweet and becoming thing to die for ones country.

Neither men, nor gods, nor booksellers' shelves permit ordinary poets to exist. [Lat., Mediocribus esse poetis Non homines, non di, non concessere columnae.]

Don't yield to that alluring witch, laziness, or else be prepared to surrender all that you have won in your better moments.

Avoid inquisitive persons, for they are sure to be gossips, their ears are open to hear, but they will not keep what is entrusted…

“You may drive out Nature with a pitchfork, yet she still will hurry back.”

There is a proper measure in all things, certain limits beyond which and short of which right is not to be found. Who so…

Never despair while under the guidance and auspices of Teucer.

Alas, Postumus, the fleeting years slip by, nor will piety give any stay to wrinkles and pressing old age and untamable death.