A fool must now and then be right, by chance

Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.

Ye therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.

All truth is precious, if not all divine; and what dilates the powers must needs refine.

He that has seen both sides of fifty has lived to little purpose if he has no other views of the world than he had when he was much younger.

Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth. While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.

A fool must now and then be right, by chance