His Descent Was Like Nightfall.

Now Son, You Don’t Want To Drink Beer. That’s For Daddies, And Kids With Fake Ids.

Our Fruitless Labours Mourn, And Only Rich In Barren Fame Return.

Even A Fool Learns Something Once It Hits Him.

A Young Man Is Embarrassed To Question An Older One.

The Glorious Gifts Of The Gods Are Not To Be Cast Aside.