Ares (the God Of War)

It Is The Wise Man's Part To Leave In Darkness Everything That Is Ugly.

Life Is Short, Yet Sweet.

When Roused To Rage The Maddening Populace Storms, Their Fury, Like A Rolling Flame, Bursts Forth Unquenchable; But Give Its Violence Ways, It Spends Itself, And As Its Force Abates, Learns To Obey And Yields It To Your Will.

Alas, How Right The Ancient Saying Is: We, Who Are Old, Are Nothing Else But Noise And Shape. Like Mimicries Of Dreams We Go, And Have No Wits, Although We Think Us Wise.

It Is In Adversity That The Good Show Their Friendship Most Clearly; Prosperity Always Finds Friends.