Fine sense and exalted sense are not half so useful as common sense.
A wise physician, skill'd our wounds to heal, is more than armies to the public weal.
A disputant no more cares for the truth than the sportsman for the hare.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.
Homer excels all the inventors of other arts in this: that he has swallowed up the honor of those who succeeded him.