Destroy our leisure and you break love's bow.
Things which of themselves avail nothing, when united become powerful.
Lente, lente currite, noctis equi. Translation: Run slowly, slowly, horses of the night.
As the mind of each man is conscious of good or evil, so does he conceive within his breast hope or fear, according to his actions.
All human things hang on a slender thread, the strongest fall with a sudden crash.
The purpose of law is to prevent the strong always having their way.