Words Empty As The Wind Are Best

Thus Have The Gods Spun The Thread For Wretched Mortals: That They Live In Grief While They Themselves Are Without Cares; For Two Jars Stand On The Floor Of Zeus Of The Gifts Which He Gives, One Of Evils And Another Of Blessings.

I Guess Some People Never Change... Or, They Quickly Change And Then Quickly Change Back.

The Other Day, I Was So Desperate For A Beer, I Snuck Into The Football Stadium And Ate The Dirt Under The Bleachers.

By Jove The Stranger And The Poor Are Sent, And What To Those We Give, To Jove Is Lent.

Men Grow Tired Of Sleep, Love, Singing And Dancing Sooner Than Of War.