Even The Bravest Cannot Fight

A Generation Of Men Is Like A Generation Of Leaves; The Wind Scatters Some Leaves Upon The Ground, While Others The Burgeoning Wood Brings Forth - And The Season Of Spring Comes On. So Of Men One Generation Springs Forth And Another Ceases.

The Lot Of Man-to Suffer And Die.

The Only Monster Here Is The Gambling Monster That Has Enslaved Your Mother, And I Call Him Gamblor!

Jove Lifts The Golden Balances That Show The Fates Of Mortal Men, And Things Below.

Praise Me Not Too Much, Nor Blame Me, For Thou Speakest To The Greeks Who Know Me.