Zeus Hates Busybodies And Those Who Do

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.

How Base A Thing It Is When A Man Will Struggle With Necessity! We Have To Die.

A Slave Is He Who Cannot Speak His Thoughts.

There Is Nothing Like The Sight Of An Old Enemy Down On His Luck.

Never Say That Marriage Has More Of Joy Than Pain.