The gods give to mortals not everything at the same time.
Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.
Shoulder-to-shoulder, swing to the work, we must - just two as we are - if we hope to make some headway. The worst cowards, banded together, have their power, but you and I have got the skill to fight their best.
See now, how men lay blame upon us gods for what is after all nothing but their own folly.
Even were sleep is concerned, too much is a bad thing.
The journey is the thing.