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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.]

Horace

The short span of life forbids us to spin out hope to any length. Soon will night be upon you, and the fabled Shades, and the shadowy Plutonian home.
HORACE

Home Life Night
He makes himself ridiculous who is for ever repeating the same mistake.
HORACE

Mistake Ridiculous Same
Money, as it increases, becomes either the master or the slave of ts owner.
HORACE

Increase Money Owner Slave
The explanation avails nothing, which in leading us from one difficulty involves us in another.
HORACE

Difficulty Explanation Involve
Wherever the storm carries me, I go a willing guest.
HORACE

Guest Storm Willing
Having no business of his own to attend to, he busies himself with the affairs of others.
HORACE

Affair Business Other People
Of writing well the source and fountainhead is wise thinking.
HORACE

Think Wise Write
A man perfect to the finger tips.
HORACE

Finger Men Perfect
Often turn the stile [correct with care], if you expect to write anything worthy of being read twice. [Lat., Saepe stilum vertas, iterum quae digna legi sint Scripturus.]
HORACE

Authorship Care Write
Death’s dark way Must needs be trodden once, however we pause.
HORACE

Dark Death Needs
When evil times prevail, take care to preserve the serenity of your hear.
HORACE

Evil Life Serenity
It is your concern when your neighbor’s wall is on fire.
HORACE

Fire Neighbor Wall
Life gives nothing to man without labor.
HORACE

Give Labor Life Men
In a moment comes either death or joyful victory. [Lat., Horae Momento cita mors venit aut victoria laeta.]
HORACE

Joyful Moment Victory
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.]
HORACE

Brain Hard Work Nail
Scribblers are a self-conceited and self-worshipping race.
HORACE

Conceited Race Self

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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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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