God Helps Him Who Strives Hard.

He Is Life's Liberating Force. He Is Release Of Limbs And Communion Through Dance. He Is Laughter, And Music In Flutes. He Is Repose From All Cares -- He Is Sleep! When His Blood Bursts From The Grape And Flows Across Tables Laid In His Honor To Fuse With Our Blood, He Gently, Gradually, Wraps Us In Shadows Of Ivy-cool Sleep.

Down On Your Knees, And Thank Heaven, Fasting, For A Good Man's Love.

Experience, Travel - These Are An Education In Themselves.

Where There Is No Wine There Is No Love.

Oftener Than Not The Old Are Uncontrollable; Their Tempers Make Them Difficult To Deal With.