Everything Flows And Nothing Stays.

It Is Equally Bad When One Speeds On The Guest Unwilling To Go, And When He Holds Back One Who Is Hastening. Rather One Should Befriend The Guest Who Is There, But Speed Him When He Wishes.

In Every Sorrowing Soul I Pour'd Delight, And Poverty Stood Smiling In My Sight.

From Now On Walking Is My Beer And Feeling Good Is My Hangover.

The Son Of Saturn Gave The Nod With His Dark Brows. The Ambrosial Curls Upon The Sovereign One's Immortal Head Were Shaken, And With Them The Mighty Mount, Olympus Trembled.

No Trust Is To Be Placed In Women.