What we learn only through the ears makes less impression upon our minds than what is presented to the trustworthy eye.
HORACEWhat we learn only through the ears makes less impression upon our minds than what is presented to the trustworthy eye.
HORACEHaving no business of his own to attend to, he busies himself with the affairs of others.
HORACEMoney, as it increases, becomes either the master or the slave of ts owner.
HORACETo please great men is not the last degree of praise.
HORACEA word, once sent abroad, flies irrevocably.
HORACEIn a moment comes either death or joyful victory. [Lat., Horae Momento cita mors venit aut victoria laeta.]
HORACEGold will be slave or master.
HORACELeuconoe, close the book of fate, For troubles are in store, . . . . Live today, tomorrow is not.
HORACENor let a god come in, unless the difficulty be worthy of such an intervention. [Lat., Nec deus intersit nisi dignus vindice nodus.]
HORACERule your mind or it will rule you.
HORACEIn neglected fields the fern grows, which must be cleared out by fire.
HORACEThere is a middle ground in things.
HORACEWhere 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.
HORACEHe makes himself ridiculous who is for ever repeating the same mistake.
HORACESuperfluous words simply spill out when the mind is already full.
HORACEWho prates of war or want after his wine? [Lat., Quis post vina gravem militiam aut pauperiem crepat?]
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