Horace

He who is upright in his way of life and free from sin.

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

You must often make erasures if you mean to write what is worthy of being read a second time; and don’t labor for the admiration of the crowd, but be content with a few choice readers.

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

Fierce eagles do not produce timorous doves.

He who would begun has half done. Dare to be wise; begin.

I would have the studies elective. Scholarship is to be created not by compulsion, but by awakening a pure interest in knowledge. The wise instructor accomplishes this by opening to his pupils precisely the attractions the study has for himself. The marking is a system for schools, not for the college; for boys, not for men; and it is an ungracious work to put on a professor.

Every man has his own courage, and is betrayed because he seeks in himself the courage of other persons.

What is peculiar in the life of a man consists not in his obedience, but his opposition, to his instincts. In one direction or another he strives to live a supernatural life.

It is only because of problems that we grow mentally and spiritually.

In America the geography is sublime, but the men are not; the inventions are excellent, but the inventors one is sometimes ashamed of.

The lofty pine is oftenest shaken by the winds; High towers fall with a heavier crash; And the lightning strikes the highest mountain.

True genius resides in the capacity for evaluation of uncertain, hazardous, and conflicting information.

It’s easier to hold onto your own stereotypes and misconceptions, it makes you feel justified in your own ignorance. That’s America. So the challenge for us is, are we ready for change?

There is nothing to fear except fear it’s self.

We are afraid to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at all.

There is a time in every man’s education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better for worse as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till.

Is the parent better than the child into whom he has cast his ripened being? Whence, then, this worship of the past?

It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.

Individually, we are one drop. Together, we are an ocean.

I put a piece of paper under my pillow, and when I could not sleep I wrote in the dark.