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Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed was the ninth beatitude.

But blind to former as to future fate, what mortal knows his pre-existent state?

But Satan now is wiser than of yore, and tempts by making rich, not making poor.

Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

Education forms the common mind. Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.

Extremes in nature equal ends produce; In man they join to some mysterious use.

Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.

Fools admire, but men of sense approve.

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.