1,095 Quotes by Horace

Fortune makes a fool of those she favors too much.

Multa ferunt anni venientes commoda secum, Multa recedentes adimiunt. (The years, as they come, bring many agreeable things with them; as they go, they take many away.)

Nothing is swifter than rumor.

Don't just think, do.

In labouring to be brief, I become obscure.

There is a mean in all things; even virtue itself has stated limits; which not being strictly observed, it ceases to be virtue.

Cease to inquire what the future has in store, and to take as a gift whatever the day brings forth. [Lat., Quid sit futurum cras, fuge quaerere: et Quem Fors dierum cunque dabit, lucro Appone.]

Riches with their wicked inducements increase; nevertheless, avarice is never satisfied.

Dull winter will re-appear.