Words Are Healers Of The Sick Tempered.

Obedience, You Know, Is Good Luck's Mother, Wedded To Salvation, They Say.

High Fortune, This In Man's Eye Is God And More Than God Is This.

Only Through Suffering Do We Learn

The So-called Mother Of The Child Isn't The Child's Begetter, But Only A Sort Of Nursing Soil For The New-sown Seed. The Man, The One On Top, Is The True Parent, While She, A Stranger, Foster's A Stranger's Sprout.

Athena: You Wish To Be Called Righteous Rather Than Act Right. [...] I Say, Wrong Must Not Win By Technicalities.