High honors are sweet To a man's heart, but ever They stand close to the brink of grief.

Only a madman would give good for evil

What is god, what is not god, what is between man and god, who shall say?

Know we how many tomorrows the gods intend for our todays.

He is not a lover who does not love forever.

There is the sky, which is all men's together.

All men know their children mean more than life.