Better To Die On Your Feet Than

They Sent Forth Men To Battle, But No Such Men Return; And Home, To Claim Their Welcome, Come Ashes In An Urn

Everyone Is Ready To Speak Ill Of A Stranger.

It Is Best For The Wise Man Not To Seem Wise.

The Seed Of Mortals Broods O'er Passing Things, And Hath Nought Surer Than The Smoke-cloud's Shadow.

I Say You Must Not Win An Unjust Case By Oaths.