Woe be to him that reads but one book.

Pity the man who has a character to support. It is worse than a large family.

I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba and cry, 'Tis all barren!

Woe to him whose good name is more to him than goodness.

[ Woe be to him that reads but one book. ]

Woe to him whose good name is more to him than goodness

Poor man. Poor mankind.

Pity him who lives at home
Happy with his life,
Without a dream, a flexing of wings,
To make him relinquish
Even the warmest ember of his hearth! Pity him who is happy!
He lives because life lasts.
Nothing within him whispers
More than the primeval law:
That life leads to the grave.

God have mercy on the man
who doubts what he's sure of.

There is no greater folly in the world than for a man to despair.

You are a dreamer, and that is your misfortune.

Woe to the unlucky man who as a child is taught, even as a portion of his creed, what his grown reason must forswear.

There is no greater folly in this world than for a man to despair.

One man, he disappoint me;
He give me the gouge and he take my glee.
Now every other man I see
Remind me of the one man who disappoint me.