There Seems To Be Some Pleasure For

I Think That Fortune Watcheth O'er Our Lives, Surer Than We. But Well Said: He Who Strives Will Find His Goals Strive For Him Equally.

Waste No Tears Over The Griefs Of Yesterday.

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.

Talk Sense To A Fool And He Calls You Foolish.

Mankind Led On By Gods Err All Too Easily.