In avoiding one evil we fall into another, if we use not discretion.
The lofty pine is most easily brought low by the force of the wind, and the higher the tower the greater the fall thereof.
Blind self-love, vanity, lifting aloft her empty head, and indiscretion, prodigal of secrets more transparent than glass, follow close behind.
Books have their destinies.
Virtue lies half way between two opposite vices.
Half is done when the beginning is done.