Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.
So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies.
Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight, Past reason hunted, and no sooner had Past reason hated
O wretched state! o bosom black as death!
Nothing is so common as the wish to be remarkable.(attributed to)
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.