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.

Delay not to seize the hour!

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

It is the nature of mortals to kick a fallen man.

Oaths are not the credit of men but men of oaths.

The man whose authority is recent is always stern.

Misfortune wandering the same track lights now upon one and now upon another.