Who Hearkens To The Gods, The Gods

The Man Does Better Who Runs From Disaster Than He Who Is Caught By It.

Even Were Sleep Is Concerned, Too Much Is A Bad Thing.

Hateful To Me As Are The Gates Of Hell, Is He Who, Hiding One Thing In His Heart, Utters Another.

I, For One, Know Of No Sweeter Sight For A Man's Eyes Than His Own Country.

Pray, For All Men Need The Aid Of The Gods.