Since the whole affair had become one of religion, the vanquished were of course exterminated.
Paradise was made for tender hearts; hell, for loveless hearts.
Indolence is sweet, and its consequences bitter.
We should be considerate to the living; to the dead we owe only the truth.
For can anything be sillier than to insist on carrying a burden one would continually much rather throw to the ground?
Tears are the silent language of grief.