Just Are The Ways Of Heaven; From

Not At All Similar Are The Race Of The Immortal Gods And The Race Of Men Who Walk Upon The Earth.

The Man Does Better Who Runs From Disaster Than He Who Is Caught By It.

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

On These Sands And In The Clefts Of The Rocks, In The Depths Of The Sea, In The Creaking Of The Pines, You'll Spy Secret Footprints And Catch Far-off Voices From The Homecoming Celebration. This Land Still Longs For Odysseus.

And Heaven, That Every Virtue Bears In Mind, E'en To The Ashes Of The Just Is Kind.