Numbers are a fearful thing.
The gods visit the sins of the fathers upon the children.
Happy the man whose lot it is to know The secrets of the earth. He hastens not To work his fellows hurt by unjust deeds, But with rapt admiration contemplates Immortal Nature's ageless harmony, And how and when the order came to be.
The divine power moves with difficulty, but at the same time surely.
When a man's stomach is full it makes no difference whether he is rich or poor.
If some appalling disaster befalls, there's Always a way for the rich.