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Only One Accomplishment Is Beyond Both The Power And The Mercy Of The Gods. They Cannot Make The Past As Though It Had Never Been.

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Only One Accomplishment Is Beyond Both The Power And The Mercy Of The Gods. They Cannot Make The Past As Though It Had Never Been.

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From A Small Seed A Mighty Trunk May Grow.

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Who, Except The Gods, Can Live Time Through Forever Without Any Pain?

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He Hears But Half Who Hears One Party Only.

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Fear Hurries On My Tongue Through Want Of Courage.

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Time, Waxing Old, Doth All Things Purify.

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Justice Shines In Very Smoky Homes, And Honors The Righteous; But The Gold-spangled Mansions Where The Hands Are Unclean She Leaves With Eyes Averted.

In The Sinews Of The Dead There Is No Blood.

Truth Is Always The First Casualty Of War.

Those Who Would Learn Must Suffer. In Our Own Despair, Against Our Will, Wisdom Comes To Us.

But When The Dust Has Drunk The Blood Of Men, No Resurrection Comes For One Who's Dead.

The Man Whose Authority Is Recent Is Always Stern.

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The Saying Goes That The Gods Leave A Town Once It Is Captured.

Report Uttered By The People Is Everywhere Of Great Power.

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For There Below Ground Sits The Dark God, Strong To Call Men To Judgment; He Sees All, And Writes It In His Memory.

The So-called Mother Of The Child Isn't The Child's Begetter, But Only A Sort Of Nursing Soil For The New-sown Seed. The Man, The One On Top, Is The True Parent, While She, A Stranger, Foster's A Stranger's Sprout.

There Is A Limit To The Best Of Health, Disease Is Always A Near Neighbor.

Time In His Aging Overtakes All Things Alike.

I Say You Must Not Win An Unjust Case By Oaths.

For Wherein Is Life Sweet To Him Who Suffers Grief?

Jars Neither Of Wine Nor Of Water Shall Fail In The Houses Of The Rich.

The Holy Heaven Yearns To Wound The Earth, And Yearning Layeth Hold On The Earth To Join In Wedlock; The Rain, Fallen From The Amorous Heaven, Impregnates The Earth, And It Bringeth Forth For Mankind The Food Of Flocks And Herds And Demeter's Gifts; And From That Moist Marriage-rite The Woods Put On Their Bloom.

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Long Tarries Destiny, But Comes To Those Who Pray.

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But Who Can Describe The Overweening Pride Of Men? Or Women Mad With Passion, Reckless In Their Hearts, Soulmates To Every Kind Of Ruin That Befalls Us? Wild Passion, Unrestrained, Boundless, That Overcomes The Women, Perverts The Yoke Of Wedlock For Beasts And Men Alike.

The Anvil Of Justice Is Planted Firm, And Fate Who Makes The Sword Does The Forging In Advance.

Whoever Is New To Power Is Always Harsh.

For Hostile Word Let Hostile Word Be Paid.

From Him [death] Alone Of All The Powers Of Heaven Persuasion Holds Aloof.

Delay Not To Seize The Hour!

Procrastination

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The Wisest Of The Wise May Err.

The Tongue Of Slander Is Too Prompt With Wanton Malice To Wound The Stranger.

Fortune Is For All, Judgment Is Theirs Who Have Won It For Themselves.

Destiny Waits Alike For The Free Man As Well As For Him Enslaved By Another's Might.

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It Is Always In Season For Old Men To Learn.

As Long As There Are Men The Bulwark Is Safe.

Words Are The Physicians Of A Mind Diseased.

Since Long I've Held Silence A Remedy For Harm.

The High Strength Of Men Knows No Content With Limitation.

Everyone's Quick To Blame The Alien.

I Pray The Gods Some Respite From The Weary Task Of This Long Year's Watch That Lying On The Atreidae's Roof On Bended Arm, Dog- Like, I Have Kept, Marking The Conclave Of All Night's Stars, Those Potentates Blazing In The Heavens That Bring Winter And Summer To Mortal Men, The Constellations, When They Wane, When They Rise.

Joy Steals Upon Me, Such Joy As Calls Forth Tears.

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This Is A Sickness Rooted And Inherent In The Nature Of A Tyranny: That He That Holds It Does Not Trust His Friends.

It Is An Easy Thing For One Whose Foot Is On The Outside Of Calamity To Give Advice And To Rebuke The Sufferer.

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Memory Is The Mother Of All Wisdom.

Pleasantest Of All Ties Is The Tie Of Host And Guest.

The Words Of Truth Are Simple.

Alas, Poor Men, Their Destiny. When All Goes Well A Shadow Will Overthrow It. If It Be Unkind One Stroke Of A Wet Sponge Wipes All The Picture Out.

God Planteth In Mortal Men The Cause Of Sin Whensoever He Wills Utterly To Destroy A House.

The Burning Gaze Of A Young Woman, Such As Hath Tasted Man, Shall Not Escape Me; For I Have A Spirit Keen To Mark These Things.

The Air Is Zeus, Zeus Earth, And Zeus The Heaven, Zeus All That Is, And What Transcends Them All.

Who Holds A Power But Newly Gained Is Ever Stern Of Mood.

No Bribes. Nothing That Passes Under The Roof Of A Temple Or Under The Roof Of The Mouth, Can Appease Heaven's Anger Or Deflect Its Aim.

And Though All Streams Flow From A Single Course To Cleanse The Blood From Polluted Hand, They Hasten On Their Course In Vain.

When We Sleep The Soul Is Lit Up... By Many Eyes, And With Them, We Can See Everything That We Cannot See In The Daytime.

Better To Die On Your Feet Than Live On Your Knees.

There Is No Pain So Great As The Memory Of Joy In Present Grief.

With Our Own Feathers, Not By Others' Hands, Are We Now Smitten.

The Force Of Necessity Is Irresistible.

God Is Not Averse To Deceit In A Holy Cause.

A Prosperous Fool Is A Grievous Burden.

God Always Strives Together With Those Who Strive.

I Willingly Speak To Those Who Know, But For Those Who Do Not Know I Forget.

There Is A Time When Fear Is Good And Ought To Remain Seated As A Guardian Of The Heart.

There's Only Few People Who Have Strength To Honor Someone's Achievement Without Envy.

Don't Try To Make Intelligent Decisions When Your Brain Is Hyped

Old Men, What Are They? Fast Fading The Leaf, Three-footed They Walk, Yet Frail As A Child, As A Dream Set Afloat In The Daylight.

Be It Mine To Draw From Wisdom's Fount, Pure As It Flows, That Calm Of Soul Which Virtue Only Knows.

Of All The Gods, Death Only Craves Not Gifts: Nor Sacrifice, Nor Yet Drink-offering Poured Avails; No Altars Hath He, Nor Is Soothed By Hymns Of Praise. From Him Alone Of All The Powers Of Heaven Persuasion Holds Aloof.

My Friends, Whoever Has Had Experience Of Evils Knows How Whenever A Flood Of Ills Comes Upon Mortals, A Man Fears Everything; But Whenever A Divine Force Cheers On Our Voyage, Then We Believe That The Same Fate Will Always Blow Fair.

Necessity Is Stronger Far Than Art.

May Dawn, As The Proverb Goes, Bring Happy Tidings Coming From Her Mother Night.

Know Yourself And Fit Yourself To New Fashions. For There Is A New Ruler Among The Gods.

The Man Who Boldly Transgresses, Amassing A Great Heap Unjustly--by Force, In Time, He Will Strike His Sail, When Trouble Seizes Him As The Yardarm Is Splintered. He Calls On Those Who Hear Nothing And He Struggles In The Midst Of The Whirling Waters. The God Laughs At The Hot-headed Man, Seeing Him, Who Boasted That This Would Never Happen, Exhausted By Distress Without Remedy And Unable To Surmount The Cresting Wave. He Wrecks The Happiness Of His Earlier Life On The Reef Of Justice, And He Perishes Unwept, Unseen.

There Are Times When Fear Is Good. It Must Keep Its Watchful Place At The Heart's Controls.

Success Is Man's God.

For Somehow This Is Tyranny's Disease, To Trust No Friends.

"reverence For Parents" Stands Written Among The Three Laws Of Most Revered Righteousness.

For By The Will Of The Gods Fate Hath Held Sway Since Ancient Days.

Whoever Is Just Willingly And Without Compulsion Will Not Lack Happiness; He Will Never Be Utterly Destroyed.

Too Few Rejoice At A Friend's Good Fortune.

Only Through Suffering Do We Learn

. . . It Is Yours Women's To Be Silent And Stay Within Doors.

Justice Turns The Scale, Bringing To Some Learning Through Suffering.

For Hades Is Mighty In Calling Men To Account Below The Earth, And With A Mind That Records In Tablets He Surveys All Things.

They Sent Forth Men To Battle, But No Such Men Return; And Home, To Claim Their Welcome, Come Ashes In An Urn

For A Murderous Blow Let Murderous Blow Atone.

If You Are Not Envied, You Are Not Enviable.

So In The Libyan Fable It Is Told That Once An Eagle, Stricken With A Dart, Said, When He Saw The Fashion Of The Shaft: With Our Own Feathers, Not By Others' Hands, Are We Now Smitten.

For The Marriage Bed Ordained By Fate For Men And Women Is Stronger Than An Oath And Guarded By Justice.

The Will Was Of Zeus, The Hand Of Hephaestus.

Base Men Who Prosper Are Unenviable.

It Is The Nature Of Mortals To Kick A Fallen Man.

Yet Though A Man Gets Many Wounds In Breast, He Dieth Not, Unless The Appointed Time, The Limit Of His Life's Span, Coincide; Nor Does The Man Who By The Hearth At Home Sits Still, Escape The Doom That Fate Decrees.

The Act Of Evil Breeds Others To Follow, Young Sins In Its Own Likeness.

Zeus, First Cause, Prime Mover; For What Thing Without Zeus Is Done Among Mortals?

God Lends A Helping Hand To The Man Who Tries Hard.

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