One father is more than 100 schoolmasters.
Hope is the poor man's bread.
One sword keeps another in the sheath.
He that will learn to pray, let him to sea.
Thou who has given so much to me, give one thing more: a grateful heart.
Time is the rider that breaks youth.
Night is the mother of counsels.
A hundredload of worry will not pay an ounce of debt.
Who says that fictions only and false hair Become a verse? Is there in truth no beauty? Is all good structure in a winding stair?
Man is no star, but a quick coal Of mortal fire: Who blows it not, nor doth control A faint desire,
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky; The dew shall weep thy fall tonight, For thou must die.
Woe be to him that reads but one book.
Be calm in arguing; for fierceness makes error a fault, and truth discourtesy.
The devil divides the world between atheism and superstition.
It is part of a poor spirit to undervalue himself and blush.
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, a box where sweets compacted lie.
Never was a miser a brave soul.
He that cannot forgive others, breaks the bridge over which he himself must pass if he would ever reach heaven; for everyone has need to be forgiven.
None knows the weight of another's burden.
The buyer needs a hundred eyes, the seller not one.
