Occupy yourself, and you will be out of harm's way.
Virtue and vice, evil and good, are siblings, or next-door neighbors, Easy to make mistakes, hard to tell them apart.
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.
Nothing is more powerful than custom or habit.
It is the poor man who'll ever count his flock.
Tempus edax rerum. Time the devourer of everything.