There are times when fear is good. It must keep its watchful place at the heart's controls.
[Hermes addresses Prometheus :] To you, the clever and crafty, bitter beyond all bitterness, who has sinned against the gods in bestowing honors upon creatures of a day--to you, thief of fire, I speak.
Misfortune wandering the same track lights now upon one and now upon another.
Fear is stronger than arms.
There is a limit to the best of health, disease is always a near neighbor.
The moving light, rejoicing in its strength, Sped from the pyre of pine, and urged its way, In golden glory, like some strange new sun.