We Shall Perish By Guile

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.

Words Are Healers Of The Sick Tempered.

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

Human Prosperity Never Rests But Always Craves More, Till Blown Up With Pride It Totters And Falls. From The Opulent Mansions Pointed At By All Passers-by None Warns It Away, None Cries, 'let No More Riches Enter!'.

For A Single Path Leads To The House Of Hades.