For The Lips Of Zeus Do Not

Alas, Poor Men, Their Destiny. When All Goes Well A Shadow Will Overthrow It. If It Be Unkind One Stroke Of A Wet Sponge Wipes All The Picture Out.

Learning Is Ever In The Freshness Of Its Youth, Even For The Old.

Those Who Would Learn Must Suffer. In Our Own Despair, Against Our Will, Wisdom Comes To Us.

But When The Dust Has Drunk The Blood Of Men, No Resurrection Comes For One Who's Dead.

Everyone, To Those Weaker Than Themselves, Is Kind.