The shaft of my vengeance fell upon my own head. - H. Rider Haggard

For he was a merciful man, who loved not slaughter, although his fierce faith drove him from war to war.

He is an extraordinary animal is the house fly. Go where you will you find him, and so it must have been always. I have seen him enclosed in amber, which is, I was told, quite half a million years old, looking exactly like his descendant of to-day, and I have little doubt but that when the last man lies dying on the earth he will be buzzing round – if this event should happen to occur in summer – watching for an opportunity to settle on his nose.

[T]hinking can only serve to measure out the helplessness of thought.