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.

Reason can wrestle and overthrow terror.

If some appalling disaster befalls, there's Always a way for the rich.

When good men die their goodness does not perish, But lives though they are gone. As for the bad, All that was theirs dies and is buried with them.

The best of seers is he who guesses well.

One loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives.

What anger worse or slower to abate then lovers love when it turns to hate.