He who is always in a hurry to be wealthy and immersed in the study of augmenting his fortune has lost the… — Horace Copy Share Image
If a man's fortune does not fit him, it is like the shoe in the story; if too large it trips him… — Horace Copy Share Image
A well-prepared mind hopes in adversity and fears in prosperity. [Lat., Sperat infestis, metuit secundis Alteram sortem, bene preparatum Pectus.] — Horace Copy Share Image
Though you strut proud of your money, yet fortune has not changed your birth. [Lat., Licet superbus ambules pecuniae, Fortuna non mutat… — Horace Copy Share Image
High descent and meritorious deeds, unless united to wealth, are as useless as seaweed. — Horace Copy Share Image
All else-valor, a good name, glory, everything in heaven and earth-is secondary to the charm of riches. — Horace Copy Share Image
Not treasured wealth, nor the consul's lictor, can dispel the mind's bitter conflicts and the cares that flit, like bats, about your… — 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
The one who prosperity takes too much delight in will be the most shocked by reverses. — Horace Copy Share Image
Noble descent and worth, unless united with wealth, are esteemed no more than seaweed. — Horace Copy Share Image
Take too much pleasure in good things, you'll feel The shock of adverse fortune makes you reel. — Horace Copy Share Image
Of what use is a fortune to me, if I cannot use it? [Lat., Quo mihi fortunam, si non conceditur uti?] — Horace Copy Share Image
However rich or elevated, a name less something is always wanting to our imperfect fortune. — Horace Copy Share Image
Wealth increaseth, but a nameless something is ever wanting to our insufficient fortune. — Horace Copy Share Image
He wears himself out by his labours, and grows old through his love of possessing wealth. — 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
