Verily we know nothing. Truth is buried deep.
Now, that we do not really know of what sort each thing is, or is not, has often been shown.
And yet it will be obvious that it is difficult to really know of what sort each thing is.
Strength and beauty are the blessings of youth; temperance, however, is the flower of old age.
No power and no treasure can outweigh the extension of our knowledge.
Disease of the home and of the life comes about in the same way as that of the body.
The man who is fortunate in his choice of son-in-law gains a son; the man unfortunate in his choice loses his daughter also.
To a wise man, the whole earth is open; for the native land of a good soul is the whole earth.
Education is an ornament for the prosperous, a refuge for the unfortunate.
In a shared fish, there are no bones.
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