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Quotes from Horace

That destructive siren, sloth, is ever to be avoided.
~ Horace
Leave all else to the gods.
~ Horace
O fairer daughter of a fair mother!
~ Horace
Taught or untaught, we all scribble poetry.
~ Horace
He will through life be master of himself and a happy man who from day to day can have said, "I have lived: tomorrow the Father may fill the sky with black clouds or with cloudless sunshine."
~ Horace
Let a play have five acts, neither more nor less.
~ Horace
Life's brief span forbids us to enter on far-reaching hopes.
~ Horace
Turn the pages of your Greek models night and day.
~ Horace
Foot-and-a-half-long words.
~ Horace
You ask me why a soft numbness diffuses all my inmost senses with deep oblivion, as though with thirsty throat I'd drained the cup that brings the sleep of Lethe.
~ Horace
The centuries roll back to the ancient age of gold.
~ Horace
And all that tribe.
~ Horace
Great effort is required to arrest decay and restore vigor. One must exercise proper deliberation, plan carefully before making a move, and be alert in guarding against relapse following a renaissance.
~ Horace
Gloriously perjured, a maiden famous to all time.
~ 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
It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows how to use with wisdom the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland.
~ Horace
Barefaced poverty drove me to writing verses.
~ Horace
A praiser of past time.
~ Horace
I would not have borne this in my hot youth when Plancus was consul.
~ Horace
The people are a many-headed beast.
~ Horace
The story's about you.
~ Horace
"Painters and poets," you say, "have always had an equal license in bold invention." We know; we claim the liberty for ourselves and in turn we give it to others.
~ Horace
Anger is a short madness.
~ Horace
No ascent is too steep for mortals. Heaven itself we seek in our folly.
~ Horace