No Trust Is To Be Placed In

Like A Girl, A Baby Running After Her Mother, Begging To Be Picked Up, And She Tugs On Her Skirts, Holding Her Back As She Tries To Hurry Off—all Tears, Fawning Up At Her, Till She Takes Her In Her Arms… That’s How You Look, Patroclus, Streaming Live Tears.

I Would Rather Be A Serf In A Poor Man's House And Be Above Ground Than Reign Among The Dead.

My Life Is More To Me Than All The Wealth Of Ilius

Clanless, Lawless, Homeless Is He Who Is In Love With Civil War, That Brutal Ferocious Thing.

Zeus Does Not Bring All Men's Plans To Fulfillment.