Horace

Strange – is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the road Which to discover we must travel too.

Labor diligently to increase your property.

Take away the danger and remove the restraint, and wayward nature runs free.

You may drive out nature with a pitchfork, yet she’ll be constantly running back.

Anger is short madness

Seize the day, put no trust in tomorrow. [Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero.Lat.]

Is it not rather what we expect in men, that they should have numerous strands of experience lying side by side and never compare them with each other?

As far as I knew white women were never lonely, except in books. White men adored them, Black men desired them and Black women worked for them.

What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.

It is better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to open one’s mouth and remove all doubt.

The wisdom of nations lies in their proverbs, which are brief and pithy. Collect and learn them; they are notable measures of directions for human life; you have much in little; they save time in speaking; and upon occasion may be the fullest and safest answer.

Silence is the sleep that nourishes wisdom.

We may encounter many defeats but we must not be defeated.

To know fulfillment, nourish what is for the belly and not the eye.

Of all the anti-social vested interests the worst is the vested interest in ill-health.

To keep your secret is wisdom, but to expect others to keep it is folly.

Poetry must be as new as foam and as old as the rock.

I can forgive Alfred Nobel for having invented dynamite, but only a fiend in human form could have invented the Nobel Prize.

How some of the writers I come across get through their books without dying of boredom is beyond me.

Do not discourage your children from hoarding, if they have a taste to it; whoever lays up his penny rather than part with it for a cake, at least is not the slave of gross appetite; and shows besides a preference always to be esteemed, of the future to the present moment.

In fine, he that is drunk is not a Man: Because he is so long void of Reason, that distinguishes a Man from a Beast.