Nos numeros sumus et fruges consumere nati. We are but ciphers, born to consume earth's fruits.
HoracePoetry is like painting: one piece takes your fancy if you stand close to it, another if you keep at some distance.
HoraceSeest thou how pale the sated guest rises from supper, where the appetite is puzzled with varieties? The body, too, burdened with I yesterday's excess, weighs down the soul, and fixes to the earth this particle of the divine essence.
HoraceAs a neighboring funeral terrifies sick misers, and fear obliges them to have some regard for themselves; so, the disgrace of others will often deter tender minds from vice.
HoraceAh Fortune, what god is more cruel to us than thou! How thou delightest ever to make sport of human life!
HoraceThose unacquainted with the world take pleasure in intimacy with great men; those who are wiser fear the consequences.
HoraceYou traverse the world in search of happiness which is within the reach of every man. A contented mind confers it on all.
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