I pray for no more youth To perish before its prime; That Revenge and iron-heated War May fade with all that has gone before Into the night of time.

I willingly speak to those who know, but for those who do not know I forget.

We must pronounce him fortunate who has ended his life in fair prosperity.

My will is mine...I shall not make it soft for you.

Ares gives his verdict without witnesses.

Black smoke, the flickering sister of fire.

The anvil of justice is planted firm, and fate who makes the sword does the forging in advance.