One race there is of men, one of gods, but from one mother we both draw our breath.
I will not steep my speech in lies; the test of any man lies in action.
Skills vary with the man. We must tread a straight path and strive by that which is born in us.
Time is the turning over of days, works change for better or worse.
War is sweet to them that know it not.
For lawless joys a bitter ending waits.