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
Multa ferunt anni venientes commoda secum, Multa recedentes adimiunt. (The years, as they come, bring many agreeable things with them; as they… — Horace Copy Share Image
The man who is tenacious of purpose in a rightful cause is not shaken from his firm resolve by the frenzy of… — 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
To have a great man for an intimate friend seems pleasant to those who have never tried it; those who have, fear… — 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
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
For a man learns more quickly and remembers more easily that which he laughs at, than that which he approves and reveres. — 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
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