It Would Not Be Better If Men

Whom The Gods Destroy, They First Make Mad.

To A Father Waxing Old, Nothing Is Dearer Than A Daughter; Sons Have Spirits Of A Higher Pitch, But Less Inclined To Endearing Fondness.

How Sweet To Remember The Trouble That Is Past.

Our Ancestors... Purged Their Guilt By Banishment, Not Death. And By So Doing, They Stopped That Endless Vicious Cycle Of Murder And Revenge.

Since Luck's A Nine Days' Wonder, Wait Their End.