Too Many Kings Can Ruin An Army

It Is A Wise Child That Knows His Own Father. [lat., Nondum Enim Quisquam Suum Parentem Ipse Cognosvit.]

We Men Are Wretched Things.

Death Submits To No One.

If They Think I'm Going To Stop At That Stop Sign, They're Mistaken!

The Son Of Saturn Gave The Nod With His Dark Brows. The Ambrosial Curls Upon The Sovereign One's Immortal Head Were Shaken, And With Them The Mighty Mount, Olympus Trembled.