It's Man's To Fight, But Heaven's To

[i]t Is The Wine That Leads Me On, The Wild Wine That Sets The Wisest Man To Sing At The Top Of His Lungs, Laugh Like A Fool – It Drives The Man To Dancing... It Even Tempts Him To Blurt Out Stories Better Never Told.

Anger, Which, Far Sweeter Than Trickling Drops Of Honey, Rises In The Bosom Of A Man Like Smoke.

Wide-sounding Zeus Takes Away Half A Man's Worth On The Day When Slavery Comes Upon Him.

I'm A White Male, Age 18 To 49. Everyone Listens To Me, No Matter How Dumb My Suggestions Are.

It Is Not Unseemly For A Man To Die Fighting In Defense Of His Country.