The God Of War Will See Fair

Not Vain The Weakest, If Their Force Unite.

Yet While My Hector Still Survives, I See My Father, Mother, Brethren, All In Thee.

The Generation Of Mankind Is Like The Generation Of Leaves. The Wind Scatters The Leaves On The Ground, But The Living Tree Burgeons With Leaves Again In The Spring.

Why Cover The Same Ground Again? ... It Goes Against My Grain To Repeat A Tale Told Once, And Told So Clearly.

Praise Me Not Too Much, Nor Blame Me, For Thou Speakest To The Greeks Who Know Me.