Whoe'er imagines prudence all his own, Or deems that he hath powers to speak and judge Such as none other hath, when they are known, They are found shallow.
Not knowing anything is the sweetest life.
Every man can see things far off but is blind to what is near.
Isn't it the sweetest mockery to mock our enemies?
Even the stout of heart shrink when they see the approach of death.
Do not believe that you alone can be right.The man who thinks that,The man who maintains that only he has the powerTo reason correctly, the gift to speak, the soul-A man like that, when you know him, turns out empty.