One goes to the right, the other to the left; both are wrong, but in different directions.
Though your threshing floor grind a hundred thousand bushels of corn, not for that reason will your stomach hold more than mine.
There is a mean in all things; even virtue itself has stated limits; which not being strictly observed, it ceases to be virtue.
The mob will now and then see things in a right light.
Life grants nothing to us mortals without hard work.
It was intended to be a vase, it has turned out a pot.