The Single Best Augury Is To Fight

The Man Who Acts The Least, Upbraids The Most.

The Outcome Of The War Is In Our Hands; The Outcome Of Words Is In The Council.

Now From The Smooth Deep Ocean-stream The Sun Began To Climb The Heavens, And With New Rays Smote The Surrounding Fields.

So It Is That The Gods Do Not Give All Men Gifts Of Grace - Neither Good Looks Nor Intelligence Nor Eloquence.

Nay If Even In The House Of Hades The Dead Forget Their Dead, Yet Will I Even There Be Mindful Of My Dear Comrade.