What did Horace mean by: Years, following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away. - Horace Copy
+ It is difficult to speak of what is common in a way of your own. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Horace, Common, Speak, 0 - Horace
+ Mighty to inspire new hopes, and able to drown the bitterness of cares. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Horace, Care, Inspiration, 0 - Horace
+ While we’re talking, envious time is fleeing: pluck the day, put no trust in the future Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Horace, Fleeing, Talking, 0 - Horace
+ It is not enough that poetry is agreeable, it should also be interesting. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Horace, Enough, Interesting, Poetry, 0 - Horace
+ For everything divine and human, virtue, fame, and honor, now obey the alluring influence of riches. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Horace, Honor, Influence, Riches, 0 - Horace
+ He has carried every point, who has combined that which is useful with that which is agreeable. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Horace, 0 - Horace
+ With equal pace, impartial Fate Knocks at the palace, as the cottage gate. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Horace, Cottages, Fate, Pace, 0 - Horace
+ What does it avail you, if of many thorns only one be removed. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Horace, Thorns, 0 - Horace
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Once, I was a master at recycling leftovers. Now I cultivate the art of simmering memories. - Jean-Dominique Bauby Journalist · France
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Children have neither past nor future;they enjoy the present, which very few of us do. - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Those who make the worst use of their time are the first to complain of its shortness. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Days, months, years fly away, and irrecoverably sink in the abyss of time. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
If some persons died, and others did not die, death would be a terrible affliction. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
