O Friends, Be Men, And Let Your

Singing Is The Lowest Form Of Communication.

There Is Nothing More Dread And More Shameless Than A Woman Who Plans Such Deeds In Her Heart As The Foul Deed Which She Plotted When She Contrived Her Husband's Murder.

We Mortals Hear Only The News, And Know Nothing At All.

Nay If Even In The House Of Hades The Dead Forget Their Dead, Yet Will I Even There Be Mindful Of My Dear Comrade.

Immortals Are Never Alien To One Another.