Music is not always a sign of feasting and merriment.
To call a war sacred is to say that it is possible to love and hate at the same time; to beat and caress with rage and love simultaneously. All contrary arguments, no matter whence they come, are capricious. They are utopian sayings, more or less clever, but utopian still.
Sow gales, and storms will arise in your path.
Hell is believed to be crowded with the ungrateful.
Riches are of little avail in many of the misfortunes to which we are liable.