Old men are always young enough to learn with profit.
I know how men in exile feed on dreams.
The anvil of justice is planted firm, and fate who makes the sword does the forging in advance.
It is through suffering that learning comes.
Of all the gods, Death only craves not gifts: Nor sacrifice, nor yet drink-offering poured Avails; no altars hath he, nor is soothed By hymns of praise. From him alone of all The powers of heaven Persuasion holds aloof.
God loves to help him who strives to help himself.