Aiming at brevity, I become obscure.
HORACERule your mind or it will rule you.
More Horace Quotes
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The explanation avails nothing, which in leading us from one difficulty involves us in another.
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Take as a gift whatever the day brings forth.
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Don’t waste the opportunity.
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Seize the day, put no trust in the morrow!
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Get money; by just means. if you can; if not, still get money.
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Rule your mind or it will rule you.
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Remember to be calm in adversity.
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Death’s dark way Must needs be trodden once, however we pause.
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He will often have to scratch his head, and bite his nails to the quick. [To succeed he will have to puzzle his brains and work hard.]
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To please great men is not the last degree of praise.
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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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Who prates of war or want after his wine? [Lat., Quis post vina gravem militiam aut pauperiem crepat?]
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Nor has he spent his life badly who has passed it in privacy.
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The arrow will not always find the mark intended.
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What do sad complaints avail if the offense is not cut down by punishment.
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Glory drags all men along, low as well as high, bound captive at the wheels of her glittering car.
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A good scare is worth more than good advice.
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Life gives nothing to man without labor.
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Pale death, with impartial step, knocks at the hut of the poor and the towers of kings. [Lat., Pallida mors aequo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas Regumque turres.]
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When evil times prevail, take care to preserve the serenity of your hear.
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In adversity, remember to keep an even mind.
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Scribblers are a self-conceited and self-worshipping race.
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A good resolve will make any port.
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There is a middle ground in things.
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In a moment comes either death or joyful victory. [Lat., Horae Momento cita mors venit aut victoria laeta.]
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Seest thou how pale the sated guest rises from supper, where the appetite is puzzled with varieties? The body, too, burdened with I yesterday’s excess, weighs down the soul, and fixes to the earth this particle of the divine essence.
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