Horace

A word once uttered can never be recalled.

The avarice person is ever in want; let your desired aim have a fixed limit.

When a man is just and firm in his purpose, the citizens burning to approve a wrong or the frowning looks of a tyrant. Do not shake his fixed mind, nor the Southwind. Wild lord of the uneasy Adriatic, nor the thunder in the mighty hand of Jove: Should the heavens crack and tumble down, as the ruins crushed him he would not fear.

I shall not wholly die, and a great part of me will escape the grave.

Youth is unduly busy with pampering the outer person.

Adversity reveals genius, prosperity conceals it.

The finest language is mostly made up of simple unimposing words.

A man must consider what a rich realm he abdicates when he becomes a conformist.

We hand folks over to God’s mercy, and show none ourselves.

Disobedience is the true foundation of liberty. The obedient must be slaves.

A man’s house burns down. The smoking wreckage represents only a ruined home that was dear through years of use and pleasant associations. By and by, as the days and weeks go on, first he misses this, then that, then the other thing. And when he casts about for it he finds that it was in that house. Always it is an essential – there was but one of its kind. It cannot be replaced. It was in that house. It is irrevocably lost. It will be years before the tale of lost essentials is complete, and not till then can he truly know the magnitude of his disaster.

Every man believes that he has greater possibilities.

The Humble, Meek, Merciful, Just, Pious and Devout Souls, are everywhere of one religion; and when Death has taken off the Mask, they will know one another, though the divers Liveries they wear here make them Strangers.

Lexicographer: a writer of dictionaries, a harmless drudge, that busies himself in tracing the original, and detailing the signification of words.

No just cause is futile, even if it’s lost, if it helps make the future better than the past.

The best liar is he who makes the smallest amount of lying go the longest way.

Out of the huts of history’s shame I rise Up from a past that’s rooted in pain I rise I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.

Don’t be a hard rock when you really are a gem!

If thou rise with an Appetite, thou art sure never to sit down without one.

All men’s souls are immortal, but the souls of the righteous are immortal and divine.

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