1,095 Quotes by Horace

Little folks become their little fate.

Anger is a short madness.

He who has lost his money-belt will go where you wish.

Mountains will be in labour, and the birth will be an absurd little mouse.

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

Think of the wonders uncorked by wine! It opens secrets, gives heart to our hopes, pushes the cowardly into battle, lifts the load from anxious minds, and evokes talents. Thanks to the bottle's prompting no one is lost for words, no one who's cramped by poverty fails to find release.

They change their skies, but not their souls who run across the sea.

The short span of life forbids us to take on far-reaching hopes.

Lightning strikes the tops of the mountains.