For example, the tiny ant, a creature of great industry, drags with its mouth whatever it can, and adds it to the heap which she is piling up, not unaware nor careless of the future.

The mob will now and then see things in a right light.

Who then is sane? He who is not a fool.

Of writing well the source and fountainhead is wise thinking.

The ear of the bridled horse is in the mouth.

If a man's fortune does not fit him, it is like the shoe in the story; if too large it trips him up, if too small it pinches him.

I court not the votes of the fickle mob.