Time Cancels Young Pain.

Mobs In Their Emotions Are Much Like Children, Subject To The Same Tantrums And Fits Of Fury.

My Tongue Swore, But My Mind Was Still Unpledged.

Slow But Sure Moves The Might Of The Gods.

There Is Nothing More Hostile To A City That A Tyrant, Under Whom In The First And Chiefest Place, There Are Not Laws In Common, But One Man, Keeping The Law Himself To Himself, Has The Sway, And This Is No Longer Equal.

Forgive, Son; Men Are Men; They Needs Must Err.