Take subject matter equal to your powers, and ponder long, what your shoulders cannot bear, and what they can. — 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
I would advise him who wishes to imitate well, to look closely into life and manners, and thereby to learn to express… — Horace Copy Share Image
A heart well prepared for adversity in bad times hopes, and in good times fears for a change in fortune. — Horace Copy Share Image
If it is well with your belly, chest and feet - the wealth of kings can't give you more. — Horace Copy Share Image
When you have well thought out your subject, words will come spontaneously. — Horace Copy Share Image
Consider well what your strength is equal to, and what exceeds your ability. — Horace Copy Share Image
Too indolent to bear the toil of writing; I mean of writing well; I say nothing about quantity. [Lat., Piger scribendi ferre… — Horace Copy Share Image
Glory drags all men along, low as well as high, bound captive at the wheels of her glittering car. — Horace Copy Share Image
You will have written exceptionally well if, by skilful arrangement of your words, you have made an ordinary one seem original. — Horace Copy Share Image
You may see me, fat and shining, with well-cared for hide, . . . a hog from Epicurus' herd. [Lat., Me pinguem… — 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