So in the Libyan fable it is told That once an eagle, stricken with a dart, Said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft: With our own feathers, not by others' hands, Are we now smitten.

It is easy when we are in prosperity to give advice to the afflicted.

A god implants in mortal guilt whenever he wants utterly to confound a house.

For the impious act begets more after it, like to the parent stock.

Black smoke, the flickering sister of fire.

May dawn, as the proverb goes, bring happy tidings coming from her mother night.

ATHENA: You wish to be called righteous rather than act right. [...] I say, wrong must not win by technicalities.