I have, alas! Philosophy, Medicine, Jurisprudence too, And to my cost Theology, With ardent labor, studied through. And here I stand, with all my lore, Poor fool, no wiser than before.

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

The little man is still a man.

Men's prejudices rest upon their character for the time being and cannot be overcome, as being part and parcel of themselves. Neither evidence nor common sense nor reason has the slightest influence upon them.

Beauty is everywhere a welcome guest.

Let us seek to fathom those things that are fathomable and reserve those things which are unfathomable for reverence in quietude.

Those who hope for no other life are dead even for this.