In war, truth is the first casualty.
Who apart from the gods is without pain for his whole lifetime's length?
There are times when fear is good. It must keep its watchful place at the heart's controls.
What is there more kindly than the feeling between host and guest?
The moving light, rejoicing in its strength, Sped from the pyre of pine, and urged its way, In golden glory, like some strange new sun.
The reward of suffering is experience