Glory drags all men along, low as well as high, bound captive at the wheels of her glittering car.
HORACELeuconoe, close the book of fate, For troubles are in store, . . . . Live today, tomorrow is not.
More Horace Quotes
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The gods have given you wealth and the means of enjoying it.
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Where there are many beauties in a poem I shall not cavil at a few faults proceeding either from negligence or from the imperfection of our nature.
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Joys do not fall to the rich alone; nor has he lived ill of whose birth and death no one took note.
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A good resolve will make any port.
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Seize the day, put no trust in the morrow!
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What do sad complaints avail if the offense is not cut down by punishment.
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One cannot know everything.
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A man perfect to the finger tips.
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Anger is brief madness
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It is your concern when your neighbor’s wall is on fire.
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Gold will be slave or master.
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Remember to be calm in adversity.
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The explanation avails nothing, which in leading us from one difficulty involves us in another.
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Half is done when the beginning is done.
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Without love and laughter there is no joy; live amid love and laughter.
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Who prates of war or want after his wine? [Lat., Quis post vina gravem militiam aut pauperiem crepat?]
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I praise her (Fortune) while she lasts; if she shakes her quick wings, I resign what she has given, and take refuge in my own virtue, and seek honest undowered Poverty.
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He makes himself ridiculous who is for ever repeating the same mistake.
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People hiss at me, but I applaud myself in my own house, and at the same time contemplate the money in my chest.
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A good scare is worth more than good advice.
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I have erected amonument more lasting than bronze.
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How slight and insignificant is the thing which casts down or restores a mind greedy for praise.
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Leuconoe, close the book of fate, For troubles are in store, . . . . Live today, tomorrow is not.
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Multa ferunt anni venientes commoda secum, Multa recedentes adimiunt. (The years, as they come, bring many agreeable things with them; as they go, they take many away.)
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Remember to preserve a calm soul amid difficulties.
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Sad people dislike the happy, and the happy the sad; the quick thinking the sedate, and the careless the busy and industrious.
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