Woe to him, . . . who has no court of appeal against the world's
judgment.

Woe to him, . . . who has no court of appeal against the world's
judgment.

We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation. It's one read more

We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation. It's one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it's another to think that yours is the only path.

What is there that you enter upon so favorably as not to repent
of the undertaking and the accomplishment read more

What is there that you enter upon so favorably as not to repent
of the undertaking and the accomplishment of your wish?
[Lat., Quid tam dextro pede concipis ut te conatus non poeniteat
votique peracti?]

Meanwhile "Black sheep, black sheep!" we cry,
Safe in the inner fold;
And maybe they hear, and read more

Meanwhile "Black sheep, black sheep!" we cry,
Safe in the inner fold;
And maybe they hear, and wonder why,
And marvel, out in the cold.

When thou attended gloriously from heaven,
Shalt in the sky appear, and from thee send
Thy summoning read more

When thou attended gloriously from heaven,
Shalt in the sky appear, and from thee send
Thy summoning archangels to proclaim
Thy dread tribunal.

We sometimes see a fool possessed of talent, but never of
judgment.
[Fr., On est quelquefois un sot read more

We sometimes see a fool possessed of talent, but never of
judgment.
[Fr., On est quelquefois un sot avec de l'esprit; mais on ne
l'est jamais avec du jugement.]

'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none
Go just alike, yet each believes his own.

'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none
Go just alike, yet each believes his own.

We judge other according to results; how else?--not knowing the
process by which results are arrived at.

We judge other according to results; how else?--not knowing the
process by which results are arrived at.

In other men we faults may spy,
And blame the mote that dims their eye;
Each little read more

In other men we faults may spy,
And blame the mote that dims their eye;
Each little speck and blemish find,
To our own stronger errors blind.