Whenever A Man Is Tired, Wine Is

Clanless, Lawless, Homeless Is He Who Is In Love With Civil War, That Brutal Ferocious Thing.

Trying Is The First Step Toward Failure.

Not Two Strong Men The Enormous Weight Could Raise,- Such Men As Live In These Degenerate Days.

I Would Rather Be Tied To The Soil As A Serf... Than Be King Of All These Dead And Destroyed.

Yea, And If Some God Shall Wreck Me In The Wine-dark Deep, Even So I Will Endure… For Already Have I Suffered Full Much, And Much Have I Toiled In Perils Of Waves And War. Let This Be Added To The Tale Of Those.