The end doesn't justify the means.
Everything changes, nothing is lost.
There is nothing in the whole world which abides. All things are in a state of ebb and flow, and every shadow passes away. Even time itself, like a river, is constantly gliding away .
Well has he lived who has lived well in obscurity.
Thus all things altered. Nothing dies. And here and there the unbodied spirit flies.
Do not lay on the multitude the blame that is due to a few.