Horace

They change their climate, not their soul, who rush across the sea.

The human race afraid of nothing, rushes on through every crime.

He who postpones the hour of living is like the rustic who waits for the river to run out before he crosses.

While fools shun one set of faults they run into the opposite one.

He will be loved when dead, who was envied when he was living.

Anger is a momentary madness, so control your passion or it will control you.

My great hope is to laugh as much as I cry; to get my work done and try to love somebody and have the courage to accept the love in return.

Great hearts steadily send forth the secret forces that incessantly draw great events.

Man is not weak; knowledge is more than equivalent to force.

In a good bookroom you feel in some mysterious way that you are absorbing the wisdom contained in all the books through your skin, without even opening them.

What is the use of a house if you haven’t got a tolerable planet to put it on?

What if… everything you are going through is preparing you for what you asked for?

A banker is a fellow who lends his umbrella when the sun is shining and wants it back the minute it begins to rain.

Nothing does Reason more Right, than the Coolness of those that offer it: for Truth often suffers more by the heat of its defenders than from the arguments of its opposers.

Loyalty is still the same, whether it win or lose the game; true as a dial to the sun, although it be not shined upon.

The thought of two thousand people crunching celery at the same time horrified me.

Give no bounties: make equal laws: secure life and prosperity and you need not give alms.

The glory of friendship is not in the outstretched hand, nor the kindly smile, nor the joy of companionship; it is in the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone else believes in him and is willing to trust him.

The first of April is the day we remember what we are the other 364 days of the year.

A cynic can chill and dishearten with a single word.

Nations! What are nations? Tartars! and Huns! and Chinamen! Like insects they swarm. The historian strives in vain to make them memorable. It is for want of a man that there are so many men. It is individuals that populate the world.