Where there are many beauties in a poem I shall not cavil at a few faults proceeding either from negligence or from the imperfection of our nature.
When we try to avoid one fault, we are led to the opposite, unless we be very careful.
Nos numeros sumus et fruges consumere nati. We are but ciphers, born to consume earth's fruits.
There is nothing assured to mortals.
A greater liar than the Parthians.
A bad reader soon puts to flight both wise men and fools.