You Ought Not To Practice Childish Ways,

Words Empty As The Wind Are Best Left Unsaid.

Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A Deathless Goddess-- So She Strikes Our Eyes!

Let Me Not Then Die Ingloriously And Without A Struggle, But Let Me First Do Some Great Thing That Shall Be Told Among Men Hereafter.

Friend, Many And Many A Dream Is Mere Confusion A Cobweb Of No Consequence At All. Two Gates For Ghostly Dreams There Are: One Gateway Of Honest Horn, And One Of Ivory. Issuing By The Ivory Gate Are Dreams Of Glimmering Illusion, Fantasies, But Those That Come Through Solid Polished Horn May Be Borne Out, If Mortals Only Know Them.

The God Of War Is Impartial: He Hands Out Death To The Man Who Hands Out Death.