No gun is perfectly true. So the marksman, that he may hit the bull's-eye, points elsewhere.

Form may be of more account than substance. A lens of ice will focus a solar beam to a blaze.

No gun is perfectly true. So the marksman, that he may hit the bull's-eye, points elsewhere.

Ignorance may find a truth on its doorstep that erudition vainly seeks in the stars.

Doubt is the beginning, not the end, of wisdom.

Educated folk keep to one another's company too much, leaving other people much like milk skimmed of its cream.

Let truth be a banner big enough to hide the man who holds it up.