Hate and mistrust are the children of blindness.
Too long, that some may rest, tired millions toil unblest.
We hold our hate too choice a thing, for light and careless lavishing.
Fiat justitia et ruant coeli. Let justice be done, though the heavens may fall. See Ferdinand I 320:1.
Threadbare his songs seem now, to lettered ken: They were worn threadbare next the hearts of men.
Personally, I do not believe that we shall have greater armaments in the future than we have had in the past. On the contrary, I believe there will be a gradual diminution in this respect.