Who Love Too Much, Hate

Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A Deathless Goddess-- So She Strikes Our Eyes!

It [revenge] Is Sweeter Far Than Flowing Honey.

There Is No Greater Fame For A Man Than That Which He Wins With His Footwork Or The Skill Of His Hands.

Singing Is The Lowest Form Of Communication.

Ruin, Eldest Daughter Of Zeus, She Blinds Us All, That Fatal Madness—she With Those Delicate Feet Of Hers, Never Touching The Earth, Gliding Over The Heads Of Men To Trap Us All. She Entangles One Man, Now Another.