To Many Mortals Silence Great Gain Brings.

This Is The Law: Blood Spilt Upon The Ground Cries Out For More.

Call No Man Happy Till He Is Dead.

[hermes Addresses Prometheus :] To You, The Clever And Crafty, Bitter Beyond All Bitterness, Who Has Sinned Against The Gods In Bestowing Honors Upon Creatures Of A Day--to You, Thief Of Fire, I Speak.

Words Are The Physicians Of A Mind Diseased.

The Misfortunes Of Mankind Are Of Varied Plumage.