May Dawn, As The Proverb Goes, Bring

Unjustly Men Hate Death, Which Is The Greatest Defence Against Their Many Ills.

Athena: You Wish To Be Called Righteous Rather Than Act Right. [...] I Say, Wrong Must Not Win By Technicalities.

When Strength Is Yoked With Justice, Where Is A Mightier Pair Than They?

Alas, Poor Men, Their Destiny. When All Goes Well A Shadow Will Overthrow It. If It Be Unkind One Stroke Of A Wet Sponge Wipes All The Picture Out.

Sweet Is A Grief Well Ended.