You have to go the rounds from individual to individual in order to gather the totality of the race.
Wise to resolve, patient to perform.
Full of wisdom are the ordinations of fate.
Sentimental poetry differs from naive poetry in that it relates the real state at which the latter stops to ideas and applies ideas to that reality.
The storm is master. Man, as a ball, is tossed twixt winds and billows.
There is more to life than just existing and having a pleasant time.