I Want Answers Now Or I Want

By Their Own Follies They Perished, The Fools.

The Charity That Is A Trifle To Us Can Be Precious To Others.

Young People Are Thoughtless As A Rule.

The Gods, Likening Themselves To All Kinds Of Strangers, Go In Various Disguises From City To City, Observing The Wrongdoing And The Righteousness Of Men.

I Didn't Lie! I Just Created Fiction With My Mouth!