Continuous eloquence wearies. Grandeur must be abandoned to be appreciated. Continuity in everything is unpleasant. Cold is agreeable that we may get warm.
Time heals griefs and quarrels for we change and are no longer the same persons. Neither the offender nor the offended are any more themselves.
Can anything be stupider than that a man has the right to kill me because he lives on the other side of a river and his ruler has a quarrel with mine, though I have not quarrelled with him?