Horace
Horace
Quintus Horatius Flaccus, known in the English-speaking world as Horace, was the leading Roman lyric poet during the time of Augustus. The rhetorician Quintilian regarded his Odes as just about the only Latin lyrics worth reading: "He can be lofty sometimes, yet he is also full of charm and grace, versatile in his figures, and felicitously daring in his choice of words."...
NationalityRoman
ProfessionPoet
war two evil
In love there are two evils: war and peace.
war atheism bars
When discord dreadful bursts her brazen bars, And shatters locks to thunder forth her wars.
war wine hardship
Who after wine, talks of wars hardships or of poverty.
war wine want
Who prates of war or want after his wine? [Lat., Quis post vina gravem militiam aut pauperiem crepat?]
wise war men
In peace, a wise man makes preparations for war.
sports war wrath
Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath, and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.
war fall judgement
Force without judgement falls on its own weight.
country war blood
Grant began by expressing a hope that the war would soon be over, and Lee replied by stating that he had for some time been anxious to stop the further effusion of blood, and he trusted that everything would now be done to restore harmony and conciliate the people of the South. He said the emancipation of the Negroes would be no hindrance to the restoring of relations between the two sections of the country, as it would probably not be the desire of the majority of the Southern people to restore slavery then, even if the question were left open to them.
war bayonets republic
We hope never to live in a Republic where one section is pinned to the other section by bayonets.
war two people
We are not one people. We are two peoples. We are a people for Freedom and a people for Slavery. Between the two, conflict is inevitable.
guilty pale secrets turn wall
Be this your wall of brass, to have no guilty secrets, no wrong-doing that makes you turn pale
struggle
I struggle to be brief, and I become obscure.
died pride vain
Vain was the chief's, the sage's pride! They had no poet, and they died
fools-and-foolishness good mix silly
Mix a little foolishness with your prudence: it's good to be silly at the right moment. (Odes, bk. 4, no. 12, l. 27)