Out Of Sight,out Of Mind

His Descent Was Like Nightfall.

But You, Achilles,/ There Is Not A Man In The World More Blest Than You--/ There Never Has Been, Never Will Be One./ Time Was, When You Were Alive, We Argives/ Honored You As A God, And Now Down Here, I See/ You Lord It Over The Dead In All Your Power./ So Grieve No More At Dying, Great Achilles.’ I Reassured The Ghost, But He Broke Out Protesting,/ ‘no Winning Words About Death To Me, Shining Odysseus!/ By God, I’d Rather Slave On Earth For Another Man--/ Some Dirt-poor Tenant Farmer Who Scrapes To Keep Alive—than Rule Down Here Over All The Breathless Dead.

Many Shining Actions Owe Their Success To Chance, Though The General Or Statesman Receive The Applause.

The God Of War Is Impartial: He Hands Out Death To The Man Who Hands Out Death.

Few Sons Are Like Their Fathers - Many Are Worse, Few Better.