Sleep and Death, who are twin brothers.
All the survivors of the war had reached their homes and so put the perils of battle and the sea behind them.
A glorious death is his, who for his country falls.
Men are so quick to blame the gods: they say that we devise their misery. But they themselves- in their depravity- design grief greater than the griefs that fate assigns.
Rock stars, is there anything they don't know?
I, for one, know of no sweeter sight for a man's eyes than his own country.