Wrong must not win by technicalities.
What is there more kindly than the feeling between host and guest?
If you will take me as your teacher, you will not kick against the pricks.
So in the Libyan fable it is told That once an eagle, stricken with a dart, Said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft: With our own feathers, not by others' hands, Are we now smitten.
A prosperous fool is a grievous burden.
Who, except the gods, can live time through forever without any pain?