Our ancestors... purged their guilt by banishment, not death. And by so doing, they stopped that endless vicious cycle of murder and revenge.
The man who sticks it out against his fate shows spirit, but the spirit of a fool.
Happiness is brief. It will not stay. God batters at its sails.
Delusive hope still points to distant good.
Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.
Down on your knees, and thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.