“You may drive out Nature with a pitchfork, yet she still will hurry back.” — Horace Copy Share Image
Drive Nature from your door with a pitchfork, and she will return again and again. — Horace Copy Share Image
“more brave in despising gold as yet undiscovered, and so best situated while hidden in the earth, than in forcing it out… — Horace Copy Share Image
When nature made you, they broke the mold - rumor has it they beat the hell out of the mold-maker, too — Horace Copy Share Image
Take away the danger and remove the restraint, and wayward nature runs free. — Horace Copy Share Image
The earth opens impartially her bosom to receive the beggar and the prince. — Horace Copy Share Image
Nature is not cruel, pitilessly, indifferent. This is one of the hardest lessons for humans to learn. We cannot admit that things… — Horace Copy Share Image
Naturam expellas furca, tamen usque revenit. You can drive nature out with a pitchfork, she will nevertheless come back. — Horace Copy Share Image
“Set me on barren planes where no summer breeze revives a tree, in a zone of the earth oppressed by clouds and… — Horace Copy Share Image
The body oppressed by excesses bears down the mind, and depresses to the earth any portion of the divine spirit we had… — Horace Copy Share Image
Though you drive Nature out with a pitchfork, she will still find her way back. — Horace Copy Share Image
You may drive out nature with a pitchfork, yet she'll be constantly running back. — Horace Copy Share Image
Where there are many beauties in a poem I shall not cavil at a few faults proceeding either from negligence or from… — Horace Copy Share Image
Now is the time for drinking; now the time to beat the earth with unfettered foot. — Horace Copy Share Image
You may suppress natural propensities by force, but they will be certain to re-appear. — Horace Copy Share Image
Happy is the man to whom nature has given a sufficiency with even a sparing hand. — Horace Copy Share Image
Drive Nature out with a pitchfork, yet she hurries back, And will burst through your foolish contempt, triumphant. — 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
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