La molesse est douce, et sa suite est cruelle. – John Quincy Adams

Justice, voiceless, unseen, seeth thee when thou sleepest and when thou goest forth and when thou liest down. Continually doth she attend thee, now aslant thy course, now at a later time. – Aeschylus

Drop, dropin our sleep, upon the heartsorrow falls, memorys pain,and to us, though against our very will,even in our own despite,comes wisdomby the awful grace of God. – Aeschylus

I pray for no more youthTo perish before its prime;That Revenge and iron-heated WarMay fade with all that has gone beforeInto the night of time. – Aeschylus