It Is Not Right To Exult Over

Restrain Yourself... And Gloat In Silence. I'll Have No Jubilation Here. It Is An Impious Thing To Exult Over The Slain.

Zeus It Seems Has Given Us From Youth To Old Age A Nice Ball Of Wool To Wind-nothing But Wars Upon Wars Until We Shall Perish Every One.

I've Always Wondered If There Was A God. And Now I Know There Is -- And It's Me.

The God Of War Will See Fair Play-he's Often Slain That Wants To Slay!

We Battle On In Words, As Always, Mere Words, And What's The Cure? We Cannot Find A Thing.