Chaos umpire sits And by decision more embroils the fray by which he reigns: next him high arbiter Chance governs all.
John MiltonNothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame,-nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
John MiltonNeither prosperity nor empire nor heaven can be worth winning at the price of a virulent temper, bloody hands, an anguished spirit, and a vain hatred of the rest of the world.
John Milton