I Care For Riches, To Make Gifts.

Our Ancestors... Purged Their Guilt By Banishment, Not Death. And By So Doing, They Stopped That Endless Vicious Cycle Of Murder And Revenge.

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.

The Brave Endure Their Labors, The Cowardly Are Worth The Cowards Nothing At All.

Experience, Travel - These Are An Education In Themselves.

Necessity Is Harsh. Fate Has No Reprieve.