Deep in the cavern of the infant's breast; the father's nature lurks, and lives anew. — Horace Copy Share Image
The age of our fathers, which was worse than that of our ancestors, produced us, who are about to raise a progeny… — Horace Copy Share Image
Good sense is both the first principal and the parent source of good writing. — 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
Our parents, worse than our grandparents, gave birth to us who are worse than they, and we shall in our turn bear… — Horace Copy Share Image
What does not wasting time change! The age of our parents, worse than that of our grandsires, has brought us forth more… — Horace Copy Share Image
I have lived: tomorrow the Father may fill the sky with black clouds or with cloudless sunshine. — Horace Copy Share Image
He who has made it a practice to lie and deceive his father, will be the most daring in deceiving others. — Horace Copy Share Image
“He will through life be master of himself and a happy man who from day to day can have said, "I have… — Horace Copy Share Image
He possesses dominion over himself, and is happy, who can every day say, I have lived. Tomorrow the heavenly Father may either… — Horace Copy Share Image
He possesses dominion over himself, and is happy, who can every day say, "I have lived." Tomorrow the heavenly father may either… — Horace Copy Share Image
It is of no consequence of what parents a man is born, so he be man of merit. — 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