He's happy who, far away from business, like the races of men of old, tills his ancestral fields with his own oxen, unbound by any interest to pay.
Quote by Horace
Clogged with yesterday's excess, the body drags the mind down with it.
Seize the day, put no trust in the morrow
We are free to yield to truth.
Adversity has the effect of eliciting talents, which in prosperous circumstances would have lain dormant.
We are just statistics, born to consume resources.
Time will bring to light whatever is hidden; it will cover up and conceal what...
I teach that all men are mad.
In labouring to be concise, I become obscure.
If matters go badly now, they will not always be so.
For it is your business, when the wall next door catches fire.
He who is greedy is always in want.
Pale death, with impartial step, knocks at the hut of the poor and the towers...
Suffering is but another name for the teaching of experience, which is the parent of...
We are often deterred from crime by the disgrace of others.
When nature made you, they broke the mold - rumor has it they beat the...
To have a great man for a friend seems pleasant to those who have never...
Fortune makes a fool of those she favors too much.
Why harass with eternal purposes a mind to weak to grasp them?
It is no great art to say something briefly when, like Tacitus, one has something...
O imitators, you slavish herd!