After The Event, Even A Fool Is

Far From Me Be The Gift Of Bacchus--pernicious, Inflaming Wine, That Weakens Both Body And Mind.

Good Things Don't End In -eum; They End In -mania Or -teria.

Bear Patiently, My Heart, For You Have Suffered Heavier Things.

Let Him Submit To Me! Only The God Of Death Is So Relentless, Death Submits To No One—so Mortals Hate Him Most Of All The Gods. Let Him Bow Down To Me! I Am The Greater King, I Am The Elder-born, I Claim—the Greater Man.

It Is Not Right To Glory In The Slain