All Is Change; All Yields Its Place

God Hates Violence. He Has Ordained That All Men Fairly Possess Their Property, Not Seize It.

What We Look For Does Not Come To Pass; God Finds A Way For What None Foresaw.

When Roused To Rage The Maddening Populace Storms, Their Fury, Like A Rolling Flame, Bursts Forth Unquenchable; But Give Its Violence Ways, It Spends Itself, And As Its Force Abates, Learns To Obey And Yields It To Your Will.

It Would Not Be Better If Men Got What They Wanted.

Slow But Sure Moves The Might Of The Gods.