I gave them hope, and so turned away their eyes from death

It is always the season for the old to learn.

He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.

For Hades is mighty in calling men to account below the earth, and with a mind that records in tablets he surveys all things.

Only when a man's life comes to its end in prosperity dare we pronounce him happy.

But when once the earth has sucked up a dead man's blood, there is no way to raise him up.

There is no avoidance in delay.