Where there is no wine there is no love.
The unrighteous are never really fortunate.
Why do we make so much of knowledge, struggle so hard to get some little skill not worth the effort?
Danger gleams like sunshine to a brave man's eyes.
We know the good, we apprehend it clearly; but we can't bring it to achievement.
Learned we may be with another man's learning: we can only be wise with wisdom of our own: [I hate a sage who is not wise for himself]