The Air Is Zeus, Zeus Earth, And

The Truth Has To Be Melted Out Of Our Stubborn Lives By Suffering. Nothing Speaks The Truth, Nothing Tells Us How Things Really Are, Nothing Forces Us To Know What We Do Not Want To Know Except Pain. And This Is How The Gods Declare Their Love.

In Few Men Is It Part Of Nature To Respect A Friend's Prosperity Without Begrudging Him.

Words Are Healers Of The Sick Tempered.

I Warn The Marauder Dragging Plunder, Chaotic, Rich Beyond All Rights: He'll Strike His Sails, Harried At Long Last, Stunned When The Squalls Of Torment Break His Spars To Bits.

Justice Turns The Scale, Bringing To Some Learning Through Suffering.