Neither men, nor gods, nor booksellers' shelves permit ordinary poets to exist. [Lat., Mediocribus esse poetis Non homines, non di, non concessere… — Horace Copy Share Image
Who then is free? the wise man who is lord over himself; Whom neither poverty nor death, nor chains alarm; strong to… — Horace Copy Share Image
Evenhanded fate hath but one law for small and great; the ample urn holds all men's names. — Horace Copy Share Image
No man ever properly calculates from time to time what it is his duty to avoid. — Horace Copy Share Image
He who speaks ill of an absent friend, or fails to take his part if attacked by another, that man is a… — Horace Copy Share Image
When a man is just and firm in his purpose, The citizens burning to approve a wrong Or the frowning looks of… — Horace Copy Share Image
Virtuosi have been long remarked to have little conscience in their favorite pursuits. A man will steal a rarity who would cut… — Horace Copy Share Image
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
To the inexperienced it is a pleasant thing to court the favour of the great; an experienced man fears it. — Horace Copy Share Image
The more a man denies himself, the more he shall receive from heaven. Naked, I seek the camp of those who covet… — Horace Copy Share Image
The common people are but ill judges of a man's merits; they are slaves to fame, and their eyes are dazzled with… — Horace Copy Share Image
Those unacquainted with the world take pleasure in intimacy with great men; those who are wiser fear the consequences. — Horace Copy Share Image
That man scorches with his brightness, who overpowers inferior capacities, yet he shall be revered when dead. — Horace Copy Share Image
Never inquire into another man's secret; bur conceal that which is intrusted to you, though pressed both be wine and anger to… — Horace Copy Share Image
Sovereign money procures a wife with a large fortune, gets a man credit, creates friends, stands in place of pedigree, and even… — Horace Copy Share Image
That man lives happy and in command of himself, who from day to day can say I have lived. Whether clouds obscure,… — Horace Copy Share Image
Pale death knocks with impartial foot at poor men's hovels and king's palaces. — 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
