What did Horace mean by: One night awaits all, and death’s path must be trodden once and for all. - Horace Copy
+ I am frightened at seeing all the footprints directed towards thy den, and none returning. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Horace, Fear, Footprint, 0 - Horace
+ Wealth increaseth, but a nameless something is ever wanting to our insufficient fortune. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Horace, Fortune, Wealth, 0 - Horace
+ The changing year’s successive plan Proclaims mortality to man. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Horace, Mortality, 0 - Horace
+ The muse does not allow the praise-de-serving here to die: she enthrones him in the heavens. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Horace, Heaven, Praise, 0 - Horace
+ The snow has at last melted, the fields regain their herbage, and the trees their leaves. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Horace, Snow, 0 - Horace
+ The more a man denies himself, the more shall he obtain from God. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Horace, Abstinence, Deny, 0 - Horace
+ In hard times, no less than in prosperity, preserve equanimity. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Horace, Hard Times, Prosperity, 0 - Horace
+ Cease to ask what the morrow will bring forth, and set down as gain each day that fortune grants. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Horace, Each Day, Gains, Happiness, 0 - Horace
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
If some persons died, and others did not die, death would be a terrible affliction. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
The path of Martial Arts begins and ends with courtesy. So be genuinely polite on every occasion. - Mas Oyama Martial artist · South Korea
Death never takes the wise man by surprise, he is always ready to go. - Jean de La Fontaine Poet · France
It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go. - Jean Genet Playwright · France
I’m not afraid of death. It’s the stake one puts up in order to play the game of life. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
Death is the next step after the pension-it’s perpetual retirement without pay. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
