A heart well prepared for adversity in bad times hopes, and in good times fears for a change in fortune. — Horace Copy Share Image
While we're talking, envious time is fleeing: pluck the day, put no trust in the future — Horace Copy Share Image
Abridge your hopes in proportion to the shortness of the span of human life; for while we converse, the hours, as if… — Horace Copy Share Image
Few cross the river of time and are able to reach non-being. Most of them run up and down only on this… — Horace Copy Share Image
As we speak cruel time is fleeing. Seize the day, believing as little as possible in tomorrow. — 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
Who can hope to be safe? who sufficiently cautious? Guard himself as he may, every moment's an ambush. — Horace Copy Share Image
You have played enough; you have eaten and drunk enough. Now it is time for you to depart. — Horace Copy Share Image
Not even for an hour can you bear to be alone, nor can you advantageously apply your leisure time, but you endeavor,… — Horace Copy Share Image
Now is the time for drinking; now the time to beat the earth with unfettered foot. — Horace Copy Share Image
Time will bring to light whatever is hidden it will cover up and conceal what is now shining in splendor. — Horace Copy Share Image
For example, the tiny ant, a creature of great industry, drags with its mouth whatever it can, and adds it to the… — 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
