He is always a slave who cannot live on little. Horace More Quotes by Horace More Quotes From Horace Patience makes lighter / What sorrow may not heal. ("sed levius fit patientia quidquid corrigere est nefas") Horace sorrowmaypatience For a man learns more quickly and remembers more easily that which he laughs at, than that which he approves and reveres. Horace laughterlaughingmen Where there are many beauties in a poem I shall not cavil at a few faults proceeding either from negligence or from the imperfection of our nature. Horace imperfectionfaultspoetry In peace, a wise man makes preparations for war. Horace wisemenwar These trifles will lead to serious mischief. Horace triflesmischiefserious Wisdom at times is found in folly. Horace follywisdomfound Help a man against his will and you do the same as murder him. Horace charityhelpingmen There are calumnies against which even innocence loses courage. Horace calumny-iscalumnyinnocence Mingle a little folly with your wisdom; a little nonsense now and then is pleasant. [Lat., Misce stultitiam consiliis brevem: Dulce est desipere in loco. Horace nonsensenow-and-thenlittles In adversity be spirited and firm, and with equal prudence lessen your sail when filled with a too fortunate gale of prosperity. Horace galeprosperityadversity We set up harsh and unkind rules against ourselves. No one is born without faults. That man is best who has fewest. Horace faultsacceptancemen Not to be lost in idle admiration is the only sure means of making and preserving happiness. Horace admirationlostmean The horse would plough, the ox would drive the car. No; do the work you know, and tarry where you are. Horace where-you-arehorsecar Come boy, and pour for me a cup Of old Falernian. Fill it up With wine, strong, sparkling, bright, and clear; Our host decrees no water here. Let dullards drink the Nymph's pale brew, The sluggish thin their blood with dew. For such pale stuff we have no use; For us the purple grape's rich juice. Begone, ye chilling water sprite; Here burning Bacchus rules tonight! Catullus, Selections From Catullus No poems can live long or please that are written by water-drinkers. Horace winestrongboys Poets wish to profit or to please. Horace poetliteraturewish You may see me, fat and shining, with well-cared for hide, . . . a hog from Epicurus' herd. Horace shiningmaycute Busy not yourself in looking forward to the events of to-morrow; but whatever may be those of the days Providence may yet assign you neglect not to turn them to advantage. Horace looking-forwardeventsmay Virtue consists in fleeing vice. Horace fleeingvirtuevices I shall strike the stars with my uplifted head. Horace strikesstarsambition Who then is sane? He who is not a fool. Horace foolsaneinsanity
