Surely Again, To Heal Men's Wounds By

The Fiercest Anger Of All, The Most Incurable, Is That Which Rages In The Place Of Dearest Love.

Leave No Stone Untamed.

Time Will Cure You, But Now Is Your Grief Still Young.

Today's Today. Tomorrow We May Be Ourselves Gone Down The Drain Of Eternity.

Mankind . . . Possesses Two Supreme Blessings. First Of These Is The Goddess Demeter, Or Earth Whichever Name You Choose To Call Her By. It Was She Who Gave To Man His Nourishment Of Grain. But After Her There Came The Son Of Semele, Who Matched Her Present By Inventing Liquid Wine As His Gift To Man. For Filled With That Good Gift, Suffering Mankind Forgets Its Grief; From It Comes Sleep; With It Oblivion Of The Troubles Of The Day. There Is No Other Medicine For Misery.