The mob gets out of hand, runs wild, worse than raging fire, while the man who stands apart is called a coward.

Where there are two, one cannot be wretched, and one not.

Misery is the end of those with unbridled mouths.

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]

Fortune always will confer an aura of worth, unworthily; and in this world The lucky person passes for a genius.

Those who are held Wise among men and who search the reasons of things, are those who bring the most sorrow on themselves.

Life has no blessing like a prudent friend.