Bronze Is The Mirror Of Form, Wine

Who, Except The Gods, Can Live Time Through Forever Without Any Pain?

For A Murderous Blow Let Murderous Blow Atone.

Athena: You Wish To Be Called Righteous Rather Than Act Right. [...] I Say, Wrong Must Not Win By Technicalities.

Ye Waves That O'er Th' Interminable Ocean Wreathe Your Crisped Smiles.

Nothing Forces Us To Know What We Do Not Want To Know Except Pain