The world is full of fools; and he who would not wish to see one, must not only shut himself up alone, but must also break his looking-glass.

Now two punctilious envoys, Thine and Mine, Embroil the earth about a fancied line; And, dwelling much on right and much on wrong, Prove how the right is chiefly with the strong.

All men are fools, and with every effort they differ only in the degree.

Who lives content with little possesses everything.

It is in vain a daring author thinks of attaining to the heights of Parnassus if he does not feel the secret influence of heaven and if his natal star has not formed him to be a poet.

The world is full of fools; and he who would not wish to see one, must not only shut himself up alone, but must also break his looking-glass.

With poverty everything becomes frightful.