With hat in hand, one gets on in the world.
Liberty is from God; liberties, from the devil.
Solitude has a healing consoler, friend, companion: it is work.
When the foot of the' mountain is enveloped in mist, the mountain appears to us much loftier than it is; so also when the ground and basis of a disaster is not clear to us.
What is all our knowledge worth? We do not even know what the weather will be tomorrow.
I have been young and am now old, and have not yet known an untruthful man to come to a good end.