Quotes About Horace

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

The man who thinks with Horace thinks divine.

I have to submit to much in order to pacify the touchy tribe of poets.

Horace appears in good humor while he censures, and therefore his censure has the more weight, as supposed to proceed from judgment and not from passion.

Hunting party," Horace said Both Halt and Will looked at him sarcastically. "You think?" Will said. "Maybe they found the deer and brought him back to repair him.

When my own time comes, will I too long for the sea? I think I will be content enough with the soil. And I will not demand the exact spot, but let it be within this country Horace and I have spent the years roaming contentedly.

As the Latin poet Horace once noted, the intellect of the mind knows nothing. Instead, people use it to make common sense of the world and have myths that explain things in everyday terms. Still, the secrets of the universe continue to transcend the quotidian.

These modern novels that leave everything unfinished annoy me... But things are often unfinished in real life, said Pat... All the more reason why they should come right in books, said Uncle Horace testily. Real life! We get enough real life living. I like fairy tales. I like a nice snug tidy ending in a book with all the loose ends tucked in.

The mind that is cheerful in its present state, will be averse to all solicitude as to the future, and will meet the bitter occurrences of life with a placid smile.

Envy always follows in the track of virtue: as Horace says, it is ever the mountain top that is smitten by the lightning.

I'll think of something," he temporized, and Horace nodded wisely, satisfied that Halt would indeed think of something. In Horace's world, that was what Rangers did best, and the best thing a warrior apprentice could do was let the Ranger get on with thinking while a warrior took care of walloping anyone who needed to be walloped along the way. He settled back in the saddle, contented with his lot in life.

Horace, who had been trying to find out the meaning of Kurokuma for some time now, was pleased to hear the translation. "Black bear," he repeated. "It's undoubtedly because I'm so terrible in battle." "I'd guess so," Will put in. "I've seen you in battle and you're definitely terrible.

Do you think you could put that boot back on?" he added mildly. "The window can only let in a limited ammount of fresh air and your socks are a tough ripe, to put it mildly." Oh, sorry!" said Horace, tugging the riding boot back on over his sock. Now that Halt mentioned it, he was aware of a rather strong odor in the room.

Hunting party," Horace said Both Halt and Will looked at him sarcastically. "You think?" Will said. "Maybe they found the deer and brought him back to repair him.

What the devil is Chocho?' Will whispered. Horace's grin broadened. 'You are. It's what the men call you,' he said. Then he added, 'It's a term of great respect.' Behind them, Halt nodded confirmation. 'Great respect,' he agreed.

I'm sure we're all nervous," Alyss said. She directed one of her rare smiles at Will. "We'd be stupid not to be." "Well, I'm not!" Horace said, then reddened as Alyss raised one eyebrow and Jenny giggled.

The King was stretched unconscious on the floor, an overturned chair beside him. Horace was shaking his right hand, nursing his obviously bruised knuckles. "Horace Altman," Halt said, "what on earth have you done?" Horace gestured to the wardrobe full of official garments. "I've just elected you King," he said. "Start getting dressed.

Horace was big for his age and a natural athlete. The chances that he would be refused were virtually nonexistent. Horace was exactly the type of recruit that Sir Rodney looked for in his warrior apprentices. Strong, athletic, fit. And, thought Will a trifle sourly, not too bright.

I'll take your tent," Horace said. "You can sleep on the hard ground, rolled in your cloak. You're a Ranger, after all.

She's very good," he said to Horace. "Will has taught her well." "You're all very good," Horace said. "I can never see any of you once you start sneaking around." "Sneaking around?" said Gilan in a hurt voice. "We prefer to call it 'unseen movement.'" "Call it what you like," Horace said. "To me it's sneaking around.

There was a small screened-off space in one corner. Will poked his nose into it and saw a bucket. "What's this for?" he asked. Horace smiled. "It's a privy," he said. "In case I need a nervous wee.

Halt smiled at him. 'People love talking to me,' he said. 'I'm an excellent conversationalist and I have a sparkling personality. Ask Horace, I've been bending his ear all the way from Dun Kilty, haven't I?

Halt never ceased to be fascinated by the way women, young or old, big or small, could not resist the temptation to feed Horace.

I'll be getting you for this,' Halt had told him as he dabbed the diguisting mixture on the worst of the cuts. 'That soot is filthy. I'll probably come down with half a dozen infections.' Probably,' Horace had replied, distracted by his task. 'But we'll only need you for today.' Which was not a very comforting thought for Halt.