Horace
Faults
are soon copied.
He
who postpones the hour of living rightly is like the rustic who waits for the
river to run out before he crosses.
He
will always be a slave who does not know how to live upon a little.
If
you wish me to weep, you must mourn first yourself.
Mix
a little foolishness with your prudence: It's good to be silly at the right
moment.
Of
writing well the source and fountainhead is wise thinking.
Remember
when life's path is steep to keep your mind even.
The
appearance of right oft leads us wrong.
There
is a measure in everything. There are fixed limits beyond which and short of
which right cannot find a resting place.
He
who has begun has half done. Dare to be wise; begin!
He
wins every hand who mingles profit with pleasure.
It
is when I struggle to be brief that I become obscure.
Once
a word has been allowed to escape, it cannot be recalled.
The
covetous man is ever in want.
The
years as they pass plunder us of one thing after another.
Think
to yourself that every day is your last; the hour to which you do not look
forward will come as a welcome surprise.
To
flee vice is the beginning of virtue, and to have got rid of folly is the
beginning of wisdom.
Cease
to ask what the morrow will bring forth. And set down as gain each day that
Fortune grants.
Force
without wisdom falls of its own weight.
In
adversity remember to keep an even mind.
It
is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows how to
use with wisdom the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears
dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or
fatherland.
Many
brave men lived before Agamemnon; but all are overwhelmed in eternal night,
unwept, unknown, because they lack a sacred poet.
Pale
Death with impartial tread beats at the poor man's cottage door and at the
palaces of kings.
Seize
the day, put no trust in the morrow! [Carpe diem, quam minimum credula
postero.]
Whoever
cultivates the golden mean avoids both the poverty of a hovel and the envy of a
palace.
With
you I should love to live, with you be ready to die.
Life
grants nothing to us mortals without hard work.
There
is measure in all things.
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.