Quotes from Horace

Who is a good man? He who keeps the decrees of the fathers, and both human and divine laws. [Lat., Vir bonus est quis? Qui consulta patrum, qui leges juraque servat.]

He that finds out he's changed his lot for worse, Let him betimes the untoward choice reverse: For still, when all is said, the rule stands fast, That each man's shoe be made on his own last.

It is not every man that can afford to go to Corinth.

Neither men, nor gods, nor booksellers' shelves permit ordinary poets to exist. [Lat., Mediocribus esse poetis Non homines, non di, non concessere columnae.]

Every man should measure himself by his own standard. [Lat., Metiri se quemque suo modulo ac pede verum est.]

A man of refined taste and judgment.

Poets are never allowed to be mediocre by the gods, by men or by publishers.

No one is born without vices, and he is the best man who is encumbered with the least.

Nothing is so difficult but that man will accomplish it.

As many men as there are existing, so many are their different pursuits.

The covetous man is ever in want.

A man perfect to the finger tips.

Men more quickly and more gladly recall what they deride than what they approve and esteem.

To marvel at nothing is just about the one and only thing, Numicius, that can make a man happy and keep him that way.

The man who thinks with Horace thinks divine.

An envious man grows lean at another's fatness.

A bad reader soon puts to flight both wise men and fools.

The changing year's successive plan Proclaims mortality to man.

Even virtue followed beyond reason's rule May stamp the just man knave, the sage a fool.

When a man is pleased with the lot of others, he is dissatisfied with his own, as a matter of course.

Even-handed fate Hath but one law for small and great: That ample urn holds all men's names.

To the inexperienced it is a pleasant thing to court the favour of the great; an experienced man fears it.

Pale death knocks with impartial foot at poor men's hovels and king's palaces.

That man lives happy and in command of himself, who from day to day can say I have lived. Whether clouds obscure, or the sun illumines the following day, that which is past is beyond recall.