The important thing is not to know more than all men, but to know more at each moment than any particular man.

A king there was once reigning, Who had a goodly flea, Him loved he without feigning, As his own son were he!

Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it.

Nothing is more consonant with Nature than that she puts into operation in the smallest detail that which she intends as a whole.

And those whom once my song had cheered and gladdened, If still they live, rove through the world now saddened.

True happiness springs from moderation.

Look closely at those who patronize you. Half are unfeeling, half untaught.