For By The Will Of The Gods

Everyone, To Those Weaker Than Themselves, Is Kind.

Of All The Gods, Death Only Craves Not Gifts: Nor Sacrifice, Nor Yet Drink-offering Poured Avails; No Altars Hath He, Nor Is Soothed By Hymns Of Praise. From Him Alone Of All The Powers Of Heaven Persuasion Holds Aloof.

This Is A Sickness Rooted And Inherent In The Nature Of A Tyranny: That He That Holds It Does Not Trust His Friends.

Remember To Be Submissive, Thou Art Analien, A Fugitive, And In Need.

There Is Advantage In The Wisdom Won From Pain.