The Act Of Evil Breeds Others To

Joy Steals Upon Me, Such Joy As Calls Forth Tears.

This Is A Sickness Rooted And Inherent In The Nature Of A Tyranny: That He That Holds It Does Not Trust His Friends.

To Be Fortunate Is God, And More Than God To Mortals.

[hermes Addresses Prometheus :] To You, The Clever And Crafty, Bitter Beyond All Bitterness, Who Has Sinned Against The Gods In Bestowing Honors Upon Creatures Of A Day--to You, Thief Of Fire, I Speak.

Still To The Sufferer Comes, As Due From God, A Glory That To Suffering Owes Its Birth.