Horace

It is a sweet and seemly thing to die for one’s country.

A shoe that is too large is apt to trip one, and when too small, to pinch the feet. So it is with those whose fortune does not suit them.

In labouring to be concise, I become obscure.

If you wish me to weep, you must first show grief yourself.

A heart well prepared for adversity in bad times hopes, and in good times fears for a change in fortune.

We are just statistics, born to consume resources.

Mountains will go into labour, and a silly little mouse will be born.

By indignities men come to dignities.

With a burst of joy, my heels sprout wings, smile dancing. My heart sings like a bird caged, set free to soar, senses heightened like never before. Life. Is. Good.

Choose people who lift you up.

The painters could be identified by dirty fingernails; the writers by conversation in labored monosyllables and aggressive vulgarities which disguised their minds.

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

If you wish me to weep, you must first show grief yourself.

As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.

Nothing is more costly, nothing is more sterile, than vengeance.

I think a compliment ought to always precede a complaint, where one is possible, because it softens resentment and insures for the complaint a courteous and gentle reception.

We may have all come on different ships, but we’re in the same boat now.

A mother’s yearning feels the presence of the cherished child even in the degraded man.

The maxim of the British people is Business as usual.

People have a hard time letting go of their suffering. They prefer suffering that is familiar to the unknown.

The true poem is the poet’s mind.