When The Black And Mortal Blood Of

It Is In The Character Of Very Few Men To Honor Without Envy A Friend Who Has Prospered.

Rumours Voiced By Women Come To Nothing.

Of All The Gods, Death Only Craves Not Gifts: Nor Sacrifice, Nor Yet Drink-offering Poured Avails; No Altars Hath He, Nor Is Soothed By Hymns Of Praise. From Him Alone Of All The Powers Of Heaven Persuasion Holds Aloof.

If You Will Take Me As Your Teacher, You Will Not Kick Against The Pricks.

The High Strength Of Men Knows No Content With Limitation.