Ah, Beer, My One Weakness. My Achille's

Hateful To Me As Are The Gates Of Hell, Is He Who, Hiding One Thing In His Heart, Utters Another.

I Want Answers Now Or I Want Them Eventually!

See Now, How Men Lay Blame Upon Us Gods For What Is After All Nothing But Their Own Folly.

Thou Knowst The Oer-eager Vehemence Of Youth,how Quick In Temper, And In Judgement Weak.

Thou Wilt Lament Hereafter, When The Evil Shall Be Done And Shall Admit No Cure.