I think that fortune watcheth o'er our lives, surer than we. But well said: he who strives will find his goals strive for him equally.
When one with honeyed words but evil mind Persuades the mob, great woes befall the state.
For the good, when praised, feel something of disgust, if to excess commended.
Mobs in their emotions are much like children, subject to the same tantrums and fits of fury.
Blood streams in sacrifice; yet anguish finds no cure.
Time will bring healing.