Faults are soon copied.
Tag: Horace
I will not add another word.
He wins every hand who mingles profit with pleasure.
It is when I struggle to be brief that I become obscure.
The years as they pass plunder us of one thing after another.
The covetous man is ever in want.
Once a word has been allowed to escape, it cannot be recalled.
Think to yourself that every day is your last; the hour to which you do not look forward will come as a welcome surprise.