When a wise man chooses a sane basis for his arguments, it is no great task to speak well.

I would rather die on my feet than live on my knees.

Talk sense to a fool and he calls you foolish.

Surely again, to heal men's wounds by music's spell.

The gods visit the sins of the fathers upon the children.

Do we, holding that the gods exist, deceive ourselves with insubstantial dreams and lies, while random careless chance and change alone control the world?

Oh, what a power is motherhood, possessing a potent spell. Love, Light, Blessings