Mobs in their emotions are much like children, subject to the same tantrums and fits of fury.
Chance fights ever on the side of the prudent.
This is sweet to see your foe, perish and pay to justice all he owes.
Common sense is the best prophet.
If there are none [gods], All our toil is without meaning.
Happiness is brief. It will not stay. God batters at its sails.