Know We How Many Tomorrows

There Is Nothing More Hostile To A City That A Tyrant, Under Whom In The First And Chiefest Place, There Are Not Laws In Common, But One Man, Keeping The Law Himself To Himself, Has The Sway, And This Is No Longer Equal.

Young Man, Two Are The Forces Most Precious To Mankind. The First Is Demeter, The Goddess. She Is The Earth -- Or Any Name You Wish To Call Her -- And She Sustains Humanity With Solid Food. Next Came Dionysus, The Son Of The Virgin, Bringing The Counterpart To Bread: Wine And The Blessings Of Life's Flowing Juices. His Blood, The Blood Of The Grape, Lightens The Burden Of Our Mortal Misery. Though Himself A God, It Is His Blood We Pour Out To Offer Thanks To The Gods. And Through Him, We Are Blessed.

Fortune Always Will Confer An Aura Of Worth, Unworthily; And In This World The Lucky Person Passes For A Genius.

Too Much Zeal Offends Where Indirection Works.

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