Nothing but truth is lovely, nothing fair.
Nicolas Boileau-Despreaux (1636 - 1711)
Source: Epistle 9
Contributed by: Zaady
In spite of every sage whom Greece can show, Unerring wisdom never dwelt below; Folly in all of every age we see, The only difference lies in the degree.
Honor is like an island, rugged and without shores; once we have left it, we can never return.
Now two punctilious envoys, Thine and Mine Embroil the earth about a fancied line; And, dwelling much on right and much on wrong, Prove how the right is chiefly with the strong.
The wisest man is he who does not fancy that he is so at all.
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