We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow. Our wiser sons, no doubt will think us so.

The bookful blockhead ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head, With his own tongue still edifies his ears, And always list'ning to himself appears. All books he reads, and all he reads assails.

All looks yellow to a jaundiced eye that habitually compares everything to something better. But by changing that habit to comparing everything to something worse, even making it a game, that person can find gratitude, relief and happiness where-ever they go and whatever they experience, guaranteed!

All looks yellow to a jaundiced eye.

Still when the lust of tyrant power succeeds, some Athens perishes, or some Tully bleeds.

False happiness is like false money; it passes for a time as well as the true, and serves some ordinary occasions; but when it is brought to the touch, we find the lightness and alloy, and feel the loss.

Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue