Brevis esse laboro, obscurus fio.
(When I labor to be brief, I become obscure.)
Horace, from Ars Poetica
(When I labor to be brief, I become obscure.)
Horace, from Ars Poetica
Related:
- It is when I struggle to be brief that I become obscure.
Quintus Horatius Flaccus... - Multa ferunt anni venientes commoda secum, Multa recedentes adimiunt.
(The years, as they come, bring many agreeable things... - Even the worthy Homer sometimes nods.
-- Horace (65-8 BC)
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Ars Poetica,... - If you wish me to weep, you yourself must feel grief.
Horace (65-8 BC) -- Ars Poetica,... - The mountains will be in labour; an absurd mouse will be born.
Horace (65-8 BC) -- Ars Poetica,... - Anger is brief
lunacy. ... - Whatever your advice,
make it brief. --...
From the same category:
- Every man has a rainy corner of his life whence comes foul weather which
follows him.
Jean Paul... - The mountain remains unmoved at seeming defeat by the mist.
Rabindranath... - Time is but the stream I go a-fishin in. I drink at it,
but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect... - Never apologize for showing feeling. When you do so,
you apologize for the truth. Benjamin... - The problem is not that there are problems. The problem is expecting
otherwise and thinking that having problems is a problem.
Theodore...
