Often a battle is lost and progress is conquered. There is less glory and more liberty. The drum holds its peace; reason takes the word. It is a game in which he who loses wins.
Right is just and true.
It does not do to let the senses fall asleep, whether in the shade of the sacred tree or in the shadow of an army.
He had to accept the fate of every newcomer to a small town where there are plenty of tongues that gossip and few minds that think.
When liberty returns, I will return.
Abstruse speculations contain vertigo.