When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
A truth that disheartens because it is true is of more value than the most stimulating of falsehoods.
No great inner event befalls those who summon it not.
At every crossroads on the path that leads to the future, tradition has placed 10,000 men to guard the past.
It is not from reason that justice springs, but goodness is born of wisdom.
Do we not all spend the greater part of our lives under the shadow of an event that has not yet come to pass?