The Good And The Wise Lead Quiet

A Sharp-tempered Woman, Or, For That Matter, A Man, Is Easier To Deal With Than The Clever Type Who Holds Her Tongue.

Disaster Appears, To Crush One Man Now, But Afterward Another.

I Love The Old Way Best, The Simple Way Of Poison, Where We Too Are Strong As Men.

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 Slave Is He Who Cannot Speak His Thoughts.