Time will cure you, but now is your grief still young.
Moderation, the noblest gift of Heaven.
In case of dissension, never dare to judge till you've heard the other side.
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.
Mankind led on by gods err all too easily.
The lucky person passes for a genius.