Pray, For All Men Need The Aid

Ruin, Eldest Daughter Of Zeus, She Blinds Us All, That Fatal Madness—she With Those Delicate Feet Of Hers, Never Touching The Earth, Gliding Over The Heads Of Men To Trap Us All. She Entangles One Man, Now Another.

When Are People Going To Learn? Democracy Doesn't Work.

Down From His Brow She Ran His Curls Like Thick Hyacinth Clusters Full Of Blooms

All Deaths Are Hateful To Miserable Mortals, But The Most Pitiable Death Of All Is To Starve.

So It Is That The Gods Do Not Give All Men Gifts Of Grace - Neither Good Looks Nor Intelligence Nor Eloquence.