The Journey Is Its Own Reward.

Zeus It Seems Has Given Us From Youth To Old Age A Nice Ball Of Wool To Wind-nothing But Wars Upon Wars Until We Shall Perish Every One.

The Outcome Of The War Is In Our Hands; The Outcome Of Words Is In The Council.

Wise To Resolve, And Patient To Perform.

Steel Itself Oft Lures A Man To Fight.

Goddess-nurse Of The Young, Give Ear To My Prayer, And Grant That This Woman May Reject The Love-embraces Of Youth And Dote On Grey-haired Old Men Whose Powers Are Dulled, But Whose Hearts Still Desire.