It is a kingly act to help the fallen.
Sleep, thou repose of all things; sleep, thou gentlest of the deities; thou peace of the mind, from which care flies; who doest soothe the hearts of men wearied with the toils of the day, and refittest them for labor.
Little things please little minds.
The end doesn't justify the means.
Tempus edax rerum. Time the devourer of everything.
I flee who chases me and chase who flees me.