Many A Maiden, With White Feet Glancing

How Base A Thing It Is When A Man Will Struggle With Necessity! We Have To Die.

Money Is The Wise Man's Religion.

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.

A Bad Ending Follows A Bad Beginning.

In Case Of Dissension, Never Dare To Judge Till You've Heard The Other Side.