Life is largely a matter of expectation.
By Horace
Whoever cultivates the golden mean avoids both the poverty of a hovel and the envy of a palace.
By Horace
We rarely find anyone who can say he has lived a happy life, and who, content with his life, can retire from the world like a satisfied guest.
By Horace
Life's brief span [vitae summa brevis] forbids us to enter on far-reaching hopes.
By Horace
Life grants nothing to us mortals without hard work. Work
By Horace
Wisdom is not wisdom when it is derived from books alone. Wisdom
By Horace
Those that are little, little things suit.
By Horace
You must often make erasures if you mean to write what is worthy of being read a second time; and don't labor for the admiration of the crowd, but be content with a few choice readers.
By Horace
Tear thyself from delay.
By Horace
Believe that each day that shines on you is your last.
By Horace
How does it happen, Maecenas, that no one is content with that lot of which he has chosen or which chance has thrown his way, but praises those who follow a different course?
By Horace
No poems can please for long or live that are written by water drinkers. Poetry
By Horace
If a better system is thine, impart it; if not, make use of mine.
By Horace
Let us my friends snatch our opportunity from the passing day.
By Horace
Your own safety is at stake when your neighbor's house is in flames.
By Horace
Many heroes lived before Agamemnon; but all are unknown and unwept, extinguished in everlasting night, because they have no spirited chronicler.
By Horace
Life gives nothing to man without labor.
By Horace
Usually the modest person passes for someone reserved, the silent for a sullen person
By Horace
Gold will be slave or master.
By Horace
What fugitive from his country can also escape from himself.
By Horace
He who has made it a practice to lie and deceive his father, will be the most daring in deceiving others.
By Horace
One night awaits all, and death's path must be trodden once and for all.
By Horace
I shall not wholly die, and a great part of me will escape the grave.
By Horace
Let your character be kept up the very end, just as it began, and so be consistent.
By Horace
I strive to be brief, and I become obscure.
By Horace
Let your literary compositions be kept from the public eye for nine years.
By Horace
A picture is a poem without words. Art
By Horace
Anger is a short madness. Anger
By Horace
I shall strike the stars with my unlifted head.
By Horace
Nothing is too high for the daring of mortals: we storm heaven itself in our folly.
By Horace
