Horace

Pale death with an impartial foot knocks at the hovels of the poor and the palaces of king.

The pen is the tongue of the mind.

The power of daring anything their fancy suggest, as always been conceded to the painter and the poet.

Believe that each day that shines on you is your last.

Wisdom is not wisdom when it is derived from books alone.

The man is either mad, or he is making verses.

There is only one failure in life possible, and that is not to be true to the best one knows.

I don’t need an alarm clock. My ideas wake me.

The third component of the Law of Dharma is service to humanity–to serve your fellow human beings and to ask yourself the questions,How can I help? How can I help all those that I come into contact with? When you combine the ability to express your unique talent with service to humanity, then you make full use of the Law of Dharma.

Prejudice is a burden that confuses the past, threatens the future and renders the present inaccessible.

So much of our time is spent in preparation, so much in routine, and so much in retrospect, that the amount of each person’s genius is confined to a very few hours.

It is the only sensual pleasure without vice.

Give a man health and a course to steer, and he’ll never stop to trouble about whether he’s happy or not.

There’s nothing you can know that isn’t known.

What is the most rigorous law of our being? Growth. No smallest atom of our moral, mental, or physical structure can stand still a year. It grows – it must grow; nothing can prevent it.

There was never yet an uninteresting life. Such a thing is an impossibility. Inside of the dullest exterior there is a drama, a comedy, and a tragedy.

As there is a use in medicine for poisons, so the world cannot move without rogues.

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

The essence of greatness is the perception that virtue is enough.

I respect not his labors, his farm where everything has its price, who would carry the landscape, who would carry his God, to market, if he could get anything for him; who goes to market for his god as it is; on whose farm nothing grows free, whose fields bear no crops, whose meadows no flowers, whose trees no fruits, but dollars.

You don’t get respect if you don’t deserve it