The only truly consistent are the dead.
The optimum population is modeled on the iceberg- eight-ninths below the water line, one-ninth above.
The silent bear no witness against themselves.
It takes two to make a murder. There are born victims, born to have their throats cut, as the cut-throats are born to be hanged.
To be excited is still to be unsatisfied.
The gods are just. No doubt. But their code of law is dictated, in the last resort, by the people who organize society; Providence takes its cue from men.