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.

Anger exceeding limits causes fear and excessive kindness eliminates respect.

In the hands of vicious men, a mob will do anything. But under good leaders it's quite a different story.

We pay a high price for intelligence. Wisdom hurts.

There is nothing like the sight of an old enemy down on his luck.

Delusive hope still points to distant good.

This is sweet to see your foe, perish and pay to justice all he owes.