Quotes By Horace

Seize the day, and put the least possible trust in tomorrow.

It is when I struggle to be brief that I become obscure.

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.

I teach that all men are mad.

Mix a little foolishness with your serious plans. It is lovely to be silly at the right moment.

He who postpones the hour of living is like the rustic who waits for the river to run out before he crosses.

Pale Death beats equally at the poor man's gate and at the palaces of kings.

I hate the irreverent rabble and keep them far from me.

Make a good use of the present.

A word, once sent abroad, flies irrevocably.

Refrain from asking what going to happen tomorrow, and everyday that fortune grants you, count as gain.

Always keep your composure. You can't score from the penalty box; and to win, you have to score.

Undeservedly you will atone for the sins of your fathers.

We are often deterred from crime by the disgrace of others.

We are free to yield to truth.

While fools shun one set of faults they run into the opposite one.

It is courage, courage, courage, that raises the blood of life to crimson splendor. Live bravely and present a brave front to adversity.

I never think at all when I write. Nobody can do two things at the same time and do them both well.

The power of daring anything their fancy suggest, as always been conceded to the painter and the poet.

Life is largely a matter of expectation.

Adversity reveals genius, prosperity conceals it.

The disgrace of others often keeps tender minds from vice.

He has not lived badly whose birth and death has been unnoticed by the world.

It is of no consequence of what parents a man is born, as long as he be a man of merit.

This is a fault common to all singers, that among their friends they will never sing when they are asked; unasked, they will never desist.

Poets wish to profit or to please.

Choose a subject equal to your abilities; think carefully what your shoulders may refuse, and what they are capable of bearing.

Why harass with eternal purposes a mind to weak to grasp them?

It is no great art to say something briefly when, like Tacitus, one has something to say; when one has nothing to say, however, and none the less writes a whole book and makes truth into a liar - that I call an achievement.

He has the deed half done who has made a beginning.