GRAVE and quiet man was he,
Who loved his book and rod,—
So even ran his line of life
His neighbours thought it odd.
He ne'er aspired to rank or wealth,
Nor cared about a name,
For though much famed for fish was he,
He never fished for fame!
Let others bend their necks at sight
Of Fashion's gilded wheels,
He ne'er had learned the art to "bob"
For anything but eels!
John Godfrey Saxe, Poems.
LITTLE knowledge of the world is a very dangerous thing, especially in literature.
Lord Montfort, in Lord Beaconsfield's Endymion.
I les hommes ne se flattaient pas les uns les autres, il n'y aurait guère de société.
Vauvenargues, Réflexions.