Immortals Are Never Alien To One Another.

Here, Therefore, Huge And Mighty Warrior Though You Be, Here Shall You Die.

Ruin, Eldest Daughter Of Zeus, She Blinds Us All, That Fatal Madness—she With Those Delicate Feet Of Hers, Never Touching The Earth, Gliding Over The Heads Of Men To Trap Us All. She Entangles One Man, Now Another.

Hunger Is Insolent, And Will Be Fed.

And When Long Years And Seasons Wheeling Brought Around That Point Of Time Ordained For Him To Make His Passage Homeward, Trials And Dangers, Even So, Attended Him Even In Ithaca, Near Those He Loved.

I Would Rather Be Tied To The Soil As A Serf... Than Be King Of All These Dead And Destroyed.