Young man, two are the forces most precious to mankind. The first is Demeter, the Goddess. She is the Earth -- or any name you wish to call her -- and she sustains humanity with solid food. Next came Dionysus, the son of the virgin, bringing the counterpart to bread: wine and the blessings of life's flowing juices. His blood, the blood of the grape, lightens the burden of our mortal misery. Though himself a God, it is his blood we pour out to offer thanks to the Gods. And through him, we are blessed.

The mob gets out of hand, runs wild, worse than raging fire, while the man who stands apart is called a coward.

He is not a lover who does not love forever.

We must believe in the gods no longer if injustice is to prevail over justice.

Much effort, much prosperity.

Time will bring healing.

What greater pain could mortals have than this: To see their children dead before their eyes?