Nothing Is Hopeless; We Must Hope For

The Brave Venture Anything.

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 Ways Of The Gods Are Long, But In The End They Are Not Without Strength.

The Man Who Glories In His Luck May Be Overthrown By Destiny.

Greatness Brings No Profit To People. God Indeed, When In Anger, Brings Greater Ruin To Great Mens Houses.