Better To Flee From Death Than Feel

There Is No Greater Glory That Can Befall A Man That What He Achieves With The Speed Of His Feet Or The Strength Of His Hands.

One Man Is A Splendid Fighter -- A God Has Made Him So -- One's A Dancer, Another Skilled At Lyre And Song, And Deep In The Next Man's Chest Farseeing Zeus Plants The Gift Of Judgment, Good Clear Sense. And Many Reap The Benefits Of That Treasure.

A Hunter Of Shadows, Himself A Shade.

You Ought Not To Practice Childish Ways, Since You Are No Longer That Age.

Blame The Guy Who Doesn't Speak Engish.