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.

In the hands of vicious men, a mob will do anything. But under good leaders it's quite a different story.

We know the good, we apprehend it clearly; but we can't bring it to achievement.

Those who look for filth, can find it at the height of noon.

Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other.

There is just one life for each of us: our own.

An ally need not own the land he helps.