God ever works with those who work with will.

The will was of Zeus, the hand of Hephaestus.

Excessive fear is always powerless.

The laws of a state change with the changing times.

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

Black smoke, the flickering sister of fire.

I pray the gods some respite from the weary task of this long year's watch that lying on the Atreidae's roof on bended arm, dog- like, I have kept, marking the conclave of all night's stars, those potentates blazing in the heavens that bring winter and summer to mortal men, the constellations, when they wane, when they rise.