The Seed Of Mortals Broods O'er Passing

Neither A Life Of Anarchy Nor A Life Under A Despot Should You Praise. To All That Lies In The Middle Has A God Given Excellence.

Zeus, First Cause, Prime Mover; For What Thing Without Zeus Is Done Among Mortals?

When We Sleep The Soul Is Lit Up... By Many Eyes, And With Them, We Can See Everything That We Cannot See In The Daytime.

For In The Voyage Of The Heart, There Is A Freight Of Hatred, And The Wind Of Wrath Blows Shrill.

No Man Looks With Love On Deeds That To The High Gods Hateful Prove.