A Generous Heart Repairs A Slanderous Tongue.

Fear, O Achilles, The Wrath Of Heaven; Think On Your Own Father And Have Compassion Upon Me, Who Am The More Pitiable

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

Friend, Many And Many A Dream Is Mere Confusion A Cobweb Of No Consequence At All. Two Gates For Ghostly Dreams There Are: One Gateway Of Honest Horn, And One Of Ivory. Issuing By The Ivory Gate Are Dreams Of Glimmering Illusion, Fantasies, But Those That Come Through Solid Polished Horn May Be Borne Out, If Mortals Only Know Them.

Because They're Stupid, That's Why. That's Why Everybody Does Everything.

Men Grow Tired Of Sleep, Love, Singing And Dancing Sooner Than Of War.