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
Wise were the kings who never chose a friend till with full cups they had unmasked his soul, and seen the bottom… — Horace Copy Share Image
This was my prayer: an adequate portion of land with a garden and a spring of water and a small wood to… — Horace Copy Share Image
Mingle a little folly with your wisdom; a little nonsense, now and then, is pleasant. — Horace Copy Share Image
Those unacquainted with the world take pleasure in intimacy with great men; those who are wiser fear the consequences. — Horace Copy Share Image
Mingle a little folly with your wisdom; a little nonsense now and then is pleasant. [Lat., Misce stultitiam consiliis brevem: Dulce est… — Horace Copy Share Image
“Of writing well, be sure, the secret lies In wisdom :therefore study to be wise.” — Horace Copy Share Image
Virtue consists in avoiding vice, and is the highest wisdom. [Lat., Virtus est vitium fugere, et sapientia prima.] — Horace Copy Share Image
In truth it is best to learn wisdom, and abandoning all nonsense, to leave it to boys to enjoy their season of… — Horace Copy Share Image
Who then is free? The wise who can command his passions, who fears not want, nor death, nor chains, firmly resisting his… — 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
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