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 A picture is a poem without words.
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Anger is momentary madness, so control your passion
or it will control you. | Horace |
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At the rider’s back sits dark Anxiety. | Horace |
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Cease to ask what the morrow will bring forth, and set down as gain each day that fortune grants. | Horace |
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Drop the question what tomorrow may bring, and count as profit every day that fate allows you. | Horace |
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Faults are soon copied. | Horace |
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Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He who can call to day his own;
He who, secure within, can say :
‘To morrow’ do thy worst, for I have liv’d today. | Horace |
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He who postpones the hour of living rightly is like the rustic who waits for the river to run out before he crosses. | Horace |
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He will always be a slave who does not know how to live upon a little. | Horace |
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I will not add another word. | Horace |
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If any man seeks for greatness, let him forget greatness,
and ask for truth, and he will find both. | Horace |
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If you wish me to weep, you must mourn first yourself. | Horace |
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Mix a little foolishness with your prudence: It's good to be silly at the right moment. | Horace |
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Of writing well the source and fountainhead is wise thinking. | Horace |
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Pale Death, with impartial step, knocks at the poor
man’s cottage and the palaces of kings. | Horace |
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