Plato calls complacency the companion of loneliness.

The plot! The plot! What kind of plot could a poet possibly provide that is not surpassed by the thinking, feeling reader? Form alone is divine.

Plato calls complacency the companion of loneliness.

In order to succeed in a profession, a person not only needs to have its good, but also its bad qualities. The former are the spirit, the latter is the body of the job.

When mundane, lowly activities are at stake, too much insight is detrimental — far-sightedness errs in immediate concerns.

From a distance the rushing of the torrent delights and uplifts us, but it rocks us in a flimsy boat, we are overwhelmed by despair. The same applies to danger.

Caution is the daughter of circumspection, but she tends to outgrow her mother.