Sometimes virtue starves while vice is fed.
Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, and wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate.
The proper study of Mankind is Man.
No one should be ashamed to admit they are wrong, which is but saying, in other words, that they are wiser today than they were yesterday.