The miller imagines that the corn grows only to make his mill turn.

Humans fear reason, but they ought to fear stupidity- for reason can be hard, but stupidity can be fatal.

The little that is completed, vanishes from the sight of one who looks forward to what is still to do.

The hardest thing to see is what is in front of your eyes.

The loss of a much-prized treasure is only half felt when we have not regarded its tenure as secure.

So, lively brisk old fellow, don't let age get you down. White hairs or not, you can still be a lover.

Happy contractedness of youth, nay, of mankind in general, that they think neither of the high nor the deep, of the true nor the false, but only of what is suited to their own conceptions.