We run happily towards the precipice when we put something in front of us that prevents us from seeing it.
The truth is not given to those in a hurry.
Plato
Every day goes towards death, the last one reaches it.
Michel de Montaigne
Sing happily, the thrush makes merry, bem-te-vi - nature whistles
Rogério Viana
Justice is not force, but order.
Plato
Experience is a trophy made up of all the weapons that hurt us.
Marcus Aurelius