We Live In A Society Of Laws.

The Difficulty Is Not So Great To Die For A Friend, As To Find A Friend Worth Dying For.

On These Sands And In The Clefts Of The Rocks, In The Depths Of The Sea, In The Creaking Of The Pines, You'll Spy Secret Footprints And Catch Far-off Voices From The Homecoming Celebration. This Land Still Longs For Odysseus.

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

The Whims Of Youth Break All The Rules.

Reproach Is Infinite, And Knows No End So Voluble A Weapon Is The Tongue; Wounded, We Wound; And Neither Side Can Fail For Every Man Has Equal Strength To Rail.