The mind becomes accustomed to things by the habitual sight of them, and neither wonders nor inquires about the reasons for things it sees all the time.
No grief is so acute but time ameliorates it.
History is indeed the witness of the times, the light of truth.
The beginnings of all things are small.
No one sees what is before his feet: they scan the tracks of heaven.
The best interpreter of the law is custom.