Nay, fly to altars; there they'll talk you dead; For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
Sometimes angels rush in where fools fear to tread.
A little knowledge is a dangerous thing - it only hastens fools to rush in where angels fear to tread.
Angels light the way. Angels do not begrudge anyone anything, angels do not tear down, angels do not compete, angels do not constrict their hearts, angels do not fear. That's why they sing and that's how they fly. We, of course, are only angels in disguise.
When fools rush in, rush out.
Only fools and dead men don't change their minds. Fools won't. Dead men can't.
For a nation which has an almost evil reputation for bustle, bustle, bustle, and rush, rush, rush, we spend an enormous amount of time standing around in line in front of windows, just waiting.
There are stars, stars, scattered stars, blackness all between. They ripple and fold and bend, and they rush toward him, rush by him. Their colors are blazing and pure as angels' eyes.
In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the bless'd abodes, Men would be angels, angels would be gods.
There are three kinds of fools in this world, fools proper, educated fools and rich fools. The world persists because of the folly of these fools.
Fools rush in where incumbents fear to tread.
Fools rush in where wise men fear to trade.
In avoiding one vice fools rush into the opposite extreme.
Fools rush in through the door; for folly is always bold.
Go forth in confidence and go forth in peace. For there are angels to your left and angels to your right; angels in front of you and angels behind you; angels above you and angels below. You are loved, and you are not alone.