Even The Bravest Cannot Fight Beyond His

I Too Shall Lie In The Dust When I Am Dead, But Now Let Me Win Noble Renown.

The Journey Is The Thing.

Ah How Shameless – The Way These Mortals Blame The Gods. From Us Alone They Say Come All Their Miseries Yes But They Themselves With Their Own Reckless Ways Compound Their Pains Beyond Their Proper Share.

Most Grievous Of All Deaths It Is To Die Of Hunger.

There Is No Greater Glory That Can Befall A Man That What He Achieves With The Speed Of His Feet Or The Strength Of His Hands.