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.

Whatever we well understand we express clearly, and words flow with ease.

Honor is like an island, rugged and without a beach; once we have left it, we can never return.

Greatest fools are the most often satisfied.

Of all the animals which fly in the air, walk on the land, or swim in the sea, from Paris to Peru, from Japan to Rome, the most foolish animal in my opinion is man.

He [Moliere] pleases all the world, but cannot please himself.

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