Everything is ideal to its parent.
We must wait until the evening to see how splendid the day had been.
Go then if you must, but remember, no matter how foolish your deeds, those who love you will love you still.
The gods love those of ordered soul.
If to some my tale seems foolishness I am content that such could count me fool.
The ideal condition would be, I admit, that men should be right by instinct; but since we are all likely to go astray, The reasonable thing is to learn from those who can teach