She - philosophy is equally helpful to the rich and poor: neglect her, and she equally harms the young and old.

In trying to be concise I become obscure.

Little folks become their little fate.

The impartial earth opens alike for the child of the pauper and the king.

You are judged of by what you possess.

I hate the irreverent rabble and keep them far from me.

Nothing is too high for the daring of mortals: we storm heaven itself in our folly.