Our best thoughts come from others.
We shun the rugged battle of fate where strength is born.
Go where he will, the wise man is at home, His hearth the earth, his hall the azure dome.
How much finer things are in composition than alone.
The instinct of the people is right.
Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you crack a nut.