Wrapt up in error is the human mind, And human bliss is ever insecure; Know we what fortune yet remains behind? Know we how long the present shall endure?
War is sweet for those who haven't experienced it.
A thing said walks in immortality if it has been said well.
He is gifted with genius who knoweth much by natural inspiration.
War is sweet to them that know it not.
The race of gods and men is one, and from one mother we both draw our breath. Yet all the difference in our power holds us apart, so that man is nothing, but the brazen floor of heaven is eternally unshakable.