There are some who speak well and write badly. For the place and the audience warm them and draw from their minds more than they think of without that warmth.
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?