Immortals Are Never Alien To One Another.

The Fates Have Given Mankind A Patient Soul.

Let Him Submit To Me! Only The God Of Death Is So Relentless, Death Submits To No One—so Mortals Hate Him Most Of All The Gods. Let Him Bow Down To Me! I Am The Greater King, I Am The Elder-born, I Claim—the Greater Man.

Sinks My Sad Soul With Sorrow To The Grave.

[i]t Is The Wine That Leads Me On, The Wild Wine That Sets The Wisest Man To Sing At The Top Of His Lungs, Laugh Like A Fool – It Drives The Man To Dancing... It Even Tempts Him To Blurt Out Stories Better Never Told.

I, For One, Know Of No Sweeter Sight For A Man's Eyes Than His Own Country.