There is a proper measure in all things, certain limits beyond which and short of which right is not to be found.… — Horace Copy Share Image
Poverty urges us to do and suffer anything that we may escape from it, and so leads us away from virtue. — 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
He is not poor who has the use of necessary things. [Lat., Pauper enim non est cui rerum suppetet usus.] — Horace Copy Share Image
It is but a poor establishment where there are not many superfluous things which the owner knows not of, and which go… — Horace Copy Share Image
Who then is free? The one who wisely is lord of themselves, who neither poverty, death or captivity terrify, who is strong… — 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
Whoever cultivates the golden mean avoids both the poverty of a hovel and the envy of a palace. — Horace Copy Share Image
Think of the wonders uncorked by wine! It opens secrets, gives heart to our hopes, pushes the cowardly into battle, lifts the… — 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
It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows how to use with wisdom the blessings… — Horace Copy Share Image
Those who say nothing about their poverty will obtain more than those who turn beggars. — Horace Copy Share Image
What wonders does not wine! It discloses secrets; ratifies and confirms our hopes; thrusts the coward forth to battle; eases the anxious… — Horace Copy Share Image
Who loves the golden mean is safe from the poverty of a tenement, is free from the envy of a palace. [Lat.,… — Horace Copy Share Image
Pale death with an impartial foot knocks at the hovels of the poor and the palaces of king. — Horace Copy Share Image
I praise her (Fortune) while she lasts; if she shakes her quick wings, I resign what she has given, and take refuge… — 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