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
A dowried wife, friends, beauty, birth, fair fame, These are the gifts of money, heavenly dame: Be but a moneyed man, persuasion… — Horace Copy Share Image
The man who has lost his purse will go wherever you wish. [Lat., Ibit eo quo vis qui zonam perdidit.] — 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
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
He who preserves a man's life against his will does the same thing as if he slew him. — Horace Copy Share Image
He that finds out he's changed his lot for worse, Let him betimes the untoward choice reverse: For still, when all is… — 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
Those who want much, are always much in need; happy the man to whom God gives with a sparing hand what is… — 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
What odds does it make to the man who lives within Nature's bounds, whether he ploughs a hundred acres or a thousand? — Horace Copy Share Image
No man ever reached to excellence in any one art or profession without having passed through the slow and painful process of… — 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
Mediocrity in poets has never been tolerated by either men, or gods, or booksellers. — 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
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
