Horace

Youth is unduly busy with pampering the outer person.

A picture is a poem without words.

Begin, be bold and venture to be wise.

It is your business when the wall next door catches fire.

I hate the irreverent rabble and keep them far from me.

Avoid inquisitive persons, for they are sure to be gossips, their ears are open to hear, but they will not keep what is entrusted to them.

Studies serve for delight, for ornaments, and for ability.

Branching streams cannot compare to the source.

Do not do unto others as you expect they should do unto you. Their tastes may not be the same.

That was Youth with its reckless exuberance when all things were possible pursued by Age where we are now, looking back at what we destroyed, what we tore away from that self who could do more, and its work that’s become my enemy because that’s what I can tell you about, that Youth who could do anything.

Do the thing we fear, and the death of fear is certain.

I dip my pen in the blackest ink, because I am not afraid of falling into my inkpot.

The value of a principle is the number of things it will explain.

I do not hesitate to read all good books in translations. What is really best in any book is translatable – any real insight or broad human sentiment.

It is by the goodness of God that we have those three unspeakably precious things: freedom of speech, freedom of conscience, and the prudence never to practice either of them.

Vanity is as ill at ease under indifference as tenderness is under a love which it cannot return.

Judged by every standard which history has applied to Governments, the Soviet Government of Russia is one of the worst tyrannies that has ever existed in the world. It accords no political rights. It rules by terror. It punishes political opinions. It suppresses free speech. It tolerates no newspapers but its own. It persecutes Christianity with a zeal and a cunning never equalled since the times of the Roman Emperors. It is engaged at this moment in trampling down the peoples of Georgia and executing their leaders by hundreds.

I like the silent church before the service begins, better than any preaching.

You don’t stop laughing when you grow old, you grow old when you stop laughing.

It is tact that is golden, not silence.

This is the ultimate end of man, to find the One which is in him; which is his truth, which is his soul; the key with which he opens the gate of the spiritual life, the heavenly kingdom.