Wisdom is not finally tested in the schools, Wisdom cannot be pass'd from one having it to another not having read more

Wisdom is not finally tested in the schools, Wisdom cannot be pass'd from one having it to another not having it, Wisdom is of the soul, is not susceptible of proof, is its own proof.

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.

Wise men say that there are three sorts of persons who are wholly
deprived of judgment,--they who are ambitious read more

Wise men say that there are three sorts of persons who are wholly
deprived of judgment,--they who are ambitious of preferments in
the courts of princes; they who make use of poison to show their
skill in curing it; and they who intrust women with their
secrets.

For I do not distinguish them by the eye, but by the mind, which
is the proper judge of read more

For I do not distinguish them by the eye, but by the mind, which
is the proper judge of the man.

Tekel: Thou art weighed in the balances, and art found wanting.

Tekel: Thou art weighed in the balances, and art found wanting.

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.

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.]

He that judges without informing himself to the utmost that he is
capable, cannot acquit himself of judging amiss.

He that judges without informing himself to the utmost that he is
capable, cannot acquit himself of judging amiss.

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.