Worse than a true evil is it to bear the burden of faults that are not truly yours.
Mighty is geometry; joined with art, resistless.
Much effort, much prosperity.
Evil men by their own nature cannot ever prosper.
Fortune always will confer an aura of worth, unworthily; and in this world The lucky person passes for a genius.
Why do we make so much of knowledge, struggle so hard to get some little skill not worth the effort?