Alas, Poor Men, Their Destiny. When All

Ares Ever Loves To Pluck All The Fairest Flower Of An Armed Host.

The Truth Has To Be Melted Out Of Our Stubborn Lives By Suffering. Nothing Speaks The Truth, Nothing Tells Us How Things Really Are, Nothing Forces Us To Know What We Do Not Want To Know Except Pain. And This Is How The Gods Declare Their Love.

Time Waxing Old Can Many A Lesson Teach.

Courage! Suffering, When It Climbs Highest, Lasts Not Long.

Truly Upon Mortals Cometh Swift Of Foot Their Evil And His Offence Upon Him That Trespasseth Against Right.