The man who has lost his purse will go wherever you wish. [Lat., Ibit eo quo vis qui zonam perdidit.] — Horace Copy Share Image
The man is either mad or his is making verses. [Lat., Aut insanit homo, aut versus facit.] — 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 pleased with the lot of others, he is dissatisfied with his own, as a matter of course. — Horace Copy Share Image
No man ever properly calculates from time to time what it is his duty to avoid. — Horace Copy Share Image
It is of no consequence of what parents a man is born, as long as he be a man of merit. — Horace Copy Share Image
The just man having a firm grasp of his intentions, neither the heated passions of his fellow men ordaining something awful, nor… — 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
You will not rightly call him a happy man who possesses much; he more rightly earns the name of happy who is… — 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… — Horace Copy Share Image
Happy the man who, removed from all cares of business, after the manner of his forefathers cultivates with his own team his… — Horace Copy Share Image
Man learns more readily and remembers more willingly what excites his ridicule than what deserves esteem and respect. — 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
He, that holds fast the golden mean, And lives contentedly between The little and the great, Feels not the wants that pinch… — Horace Copy Share Image
Decus et pretium recte petit experiens vir. The man who makes the attempt justly aims at honour and reward. — Horace Copy Share Image
No one is born without vices, and he is the best man who is encumbered with the least. — Horace Copy Share Image
We set up harsh and unkind rules against ourselves. No one is born without faults. That man is best who has fewest. — Horace Copy Share Image
Poets are never allowed to be mediocre by the gods, by men or by publishers. — Horace Copy Share Image
Mediocrity in poets has never been tolerated by either men, or gods, or booksellers. — 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
He who preserves a man's life against his will does the same thing as if he slew him. — Horace Copy Share Image
Glory drags all men along, low as well as high, bound captive at the wheels of her glittering car. — Horace Copy Share Image
Boys must not have th' ambitious care of men, Nor men the weak anxieties of age. — Horace Copy Share Image
Happy is the man to whom nature has given a sufficiency with even a sparing hand. — 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
To marvel at nothing is just about the one and only thing, Numicius, that can make a man happy and keep him… — 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
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
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