By Turns The Nine Delight To Sing

There Is No Greater Fame For A Man Than That Which He Wins With His Footwork Or The Skill Of His Hands.

A Boy Without Mischief Is Like A Bowling Ball Without A Liquid Center.

I'm In A Place Where I Don't Know Where I Am!

Ruin, Eldest Daughter Of Zeus, She Blinds Us All, That Fatal Madness—she With Those Delicate Feet Of Hers, Never Touching The Earth, Gliding Over The Heads Of Men To Trap Us All. She Entangles One Man, Now Another.

Nobody Gets Into Heaven Without A Glowstick.