What does it avail you, if of many thorns only one be removed.
The mob will now and then see things in a right light.
A word, once sent abroad, flies irrevocably.
He tosses aside his paint-pots and his words a foot and a half long.
We hate merit while it is with us; when taken away from our gaze, we long for it jealously.
A host is like a general: calamities often reveal his genius.