Horace

Remember, when life’s path is steep, to keep your mind even.

One night awaits all, and death’s path must be trodden once and for all.

Labor diligently to increase your property.

If you would have me weep, you must first of all feel grief yourself.

Fidelity is the sister of justice.

He that has given today may, if he so please, take away tomorrow.

Many heroes lived before Agamemnon; but all are unknown and unwept, extinguished in everlasting night, because they have no spirited chronicler.

He that does good for good’s sake seeks neither paradise nor reward, but he is sure of both in the end.

Is not disease the rule of existence? There is not a lily pad floating on the river but has been riddled by insects. Almost every shrub and tree has its gall, oftentimes esteemed its chief ornament and hardly to be distinguished from the fruit. If misery loves company, misery has company enough. Now, at midsummer, find me a perfect leaf or fruit.

The responsibility of tolerance lies in those who have the wider vision.

No thought, no reflection, no analysis, no cultivation, no intention; let it settle itself.

If we do not maintain Justice, Justice will not maintain us.

While we ourselves are the living graves of murdered beasts, how can we expect any ideal conditions on this earth?

The reward of one duty is the power to fulfill another.

Self-command is the main discipline.

We are in fact convinced that if we are ever to have pure knowledge of anything, we must get rid of the body and contemplate things by themselves with the soul by itself. It seems, to judge from the argument, that the wisdom which we desire and upon which we profess to have set our hearts will be attainable only when we are dead and not in our lifetime.

We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aid, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn.

Tis God gives skill, but not without men’s hand: He could not make Antonio Stradivarius’s violins without Antonio.

Our high respect for a well read person is praise enough for literature.

He who has never hoped can never despair.

Real practice has no purpose or direction, so it can include everything that comes.