The Hideous God Of War.

Love Is The Greatest Of Dreams, Yet The Worst Of Nightmares.

And What Art Thou, Thou Idol Ceremony? What Kind Of God Art Thou, That Suffer'st More Of Mortal Griefs Than Do Thy Worshippers?

I Can No Other Answer Make, But, Thanks, And Thanks.

The Error Of Our Eye Directs Our Mind. What Error Leads Must Err.

For You And I Are Past Our Dancing Days.