Is it not pleasant to learn with a constant perseverance and application?
These are the opening words of the Analects, spoken as “The Master said”. The passage goes on to ask, “Is it not delightful to have friends coming from distant quarters?”
Learning without thought is labour lost; thought without learning is perilous.
To see what is right and not to do it is want of courage.
What you do not want done to yourself, do not do to others.
A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines.
A house divided against itself cannot stand.
The rank is but the guinea’s stamp, / The Man’s the gowd for a’ that.