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Quotes from Horace

Subdue your passion or it will subdue you.
~ Horace
What exile from his country is able to escape from himself?
~ Horace
The good hate sin because they love virtue. [Lat., Oderunt peccare boni virtutis amore.]
~ Horace
Blind self-love, vanity, lifting aloft her empty head, and indiscretion, prodigal of secrets more transparent than glass, follow close behind.
~ Horace
Mountains will go into labour, and a silly little mouse will be born.
~ Horace
No verse can give pleasure for long, nor last, that is written by drinkers of water.
~ Horace
A portion of mankind take pride in their vices and pursue their purpose; many more waver between doing what is right and complying with what is wrong.
~ Horace
Why do you hasten to remove anything which hurts your eye, while if something affects your soul you postpone the cure until next year?
~ Horace
My cares and my inquiries are for decency and truth, and in this I am wholly occupied.
~ Horace
What can be found equal to modesty, uncorrupt faith, the sister of justice, and undisguised truth?
~ Horace
We are free to yield to truth.
~ Horace
Fiction intended to please, should resemble truth as much as possible.
~ Horace
Receive, dear friend, the truths I teach, So shalt thou live beyond the reach Of adverse Fortune's pow'r; Not always tempt the distant deep, Nor always timorously creep Along the treach'rous shore.
~ Horace
And seek for truth in the groves of Academe.
~ Horace
This is a fault common to all singers, that among their friends they will never sing when they are asked; unasked, they will never desist.
~ Horace
Undeservedly you will atone for the sins of your fathers.
~ Horace
Fidelity is the sister of justice.
~ Horace
If nothing is delightful without love and jokes, then live in love and jokes.
~ Horace
Despise not sweet inviting love-making nor the merry dance.
~ Horace
He will be loved when dead, who was envied when he was living.
~ Horace
The good refrain from sin from the pure love of virtue.
~ Horace
With you I should love to live, with you be ready to die.
~ Horace
He wears himself out by his labours, and grows old through his love of possessing wealth.
~ Horace
At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.
~ Horace