Why Cover The Same Ground Again? ...

It Is Not Right To Glory In The Slain

But Sure The Eye Of Time Beholds No Name, So Blest As Thine In All The Rolls Of Fame.

Modesty Is Of No Use To A Beggar.

Wine Sets Even A Thoughtful Man To Singing, Or Sets Him Into Softly Laughing, Sets Him To Dancing. Sometimes It Tosses Out A Word That Was Better Unspoken.

Let Him Submit To Me! Only The God Of Death Is So Relentless, Death Submits To No One—so Mortals Hate Him Most Of All The Gods. Let Him Bow Down To Me! I Am The Greater King, I Am The Elder-born, I Claim—the Greater Man.