There are times when fear is good. It must keep its watchful place at the heart's controls.
The power that holds the sky's majesty wins our worship.
The adulterer dies. An old custom, justice.
Bonds and the pangs of hunger are excellent prophet doctors for the wits.
The future you shall know when it has come; before then, forget it.
O Death the Healer, scorn thou not, I pray, To come to me: of cureless ills thou art The one physician. Pain lays not its touch Upon a corpse.