We Are Quick To Flare Up, We

Men Are So Quick To Blame The Gods: They Say That We Devise Their Misery. But They Themselves- In Their Depravity- Design Grief Greater Than The Griefs That Fate Assigns.

Good Things Don't End In -eum; They End In -mania Or -teria.

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

Oh, Everything Looks Bad If You Remember It.

A Glorious Death Is His, Who For His Country Falls.