Horace

How great, my friends, is the virtue of living upon a little!

The lofty pine is oftenest shaken by the winds; High towers fall with a heavier crash; And the lightning strikes the highest mountain.

The secret of all good writing is sound judgment.

You traverse the world in search of happiness, which is within the reach of every man. A contented mind confers it on all.

We are often deterred from crime by the disgrace of others.

If matters go badly now, they will not always be so.

Tis a rule of manners to avoid exaggeration.

Our faith comes in moments… yet there is a depth in those brief moments which constrains us to ascribe more reality to them than to all other experiences.

Human life is as evanescent as the morning dew or a flash of lightning.

Condense some daily experience into a glowing symbol and an audience is electrified.

Chains of habit are too light to be felt until they are too heavy to be broken.

Wake up, you’ve been sleeping. Take up your bed and walk. Stop blaming other people. Oh, it’s nobody else’s fault.

Sometimes we are inclined to class those who are once-and-a-half witted with the half-witted, because we appreciate only a third part of their wit.

People are lucky and unlucky not according to what they get absolutely, but according to the ratio between what they get and what they have been led to expect.

Arguments of convenience lack integrity and inevitably trip you up.

There is a difference between being convinced and being stubborn.

I could never be content to take my place by the fireside and simply look on. Life was meant to be lived, and curiosity must be kept alive. One must never, for whatever reason, turn his back on life.

I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time. To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude. We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers. A man thinking or working is always alone, let him be where he will. Solitude is not measured by the miles of space that intervene between a man and his fellows.

The bluebird carries the sky on his back.

I cannot teach anybody anything, I can only make them think.

Virtue knows that it is impossible to get on without compromise, and tunes herself, as it were, a trifle sharp to allow for an inevitable fall in playing.