The Wisest Of The Wise May Err.

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.

Fortune Is For All, Judgment Is Theirs Who Have Won It For Themselves.

Many Among Men Are They Who Set High The Show Of Honor, Yet Break Justice.

In War, Truth Is The First Casualty.

But When Once The Earth Has Sucked Up A Dead Man's Blood, There Is No Way To Raise Him Up.