It Is Part Of A Good Man

For, In The Language Of Heraclitus, The Virtuous Soul Is Pure And Unmixed Light, Springing From The Body As A Flash Of Lightning Darts From The Cloud. But The Soul That Is Carnal And Immersed In Sense, Like A Heavy And Dank Vapor, Can With Difficulty Be Kindled, And Caused To Raise Its Eyes Heavenward.

Oh, What A World Full Of Pain We Create, For A Little Taste Upon The Tongue.

Demosthenes Told Phocion, "the Athenians Will Kill You Some Day When They Once Are In A Rage." "and You," Said He, "if They Are Once In Their Senses."

Lysander Said That The Law Spoke Too Softly To Be Heard In Such A Noise Of War.

A Warrior Carries His Shield For The Sake Of The Entire Line.