The Will Was Of Zeus,

For Mortal Kind Taketh Thought Only For The Day, And Hath No More Surety Than The Shadow Of Smoke.

. . . It Is Yours Women's To Be Silent And Stay Within Doors.

Memory Is The Mother Of All Wisdom.

But When The Dust Has Drunk The Blood Of Men, No Resurrection Comes For One Who's Dead.

Fortune Is For All, Judgment Is Theirs Who Have Won It For Themselves.