Wisdom Comes Alone Through Suffering.

Watchful Are The Gods Of All Hands With Slaughter Stained. The Black Furies Wait, And When A Man Has Grown By Luck, Not Justice, Great, With Sudden Overturn Of Chance They Wear Him To A Shade, And, Cast Down To Perdition, Who Shall Save Him?

Good Fortune Is A God Among Men, And More Than A God.

Nothing Forces Us To Know What We Do Not Want To Know Except Pain

Truly Upon Mortals Cometh Swift Of Foot Their Evil And His Offence Upon Him That Trespasseth Against Right.

In Every Tyrant's Heart There Springs In The End This Poison, That He Cannot Trust A Friend.