Many are the wonders of the world, and none so wonderful as man.
The end excuses any evil.
Every man can see things far off but is blind to what is near.
How sweet for those faring badly to forget their misfortunes even for a short time.
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.
The eyes of men love to pluck the blossoms from the faded flowers they turn away.