One Does Nothing Who Tries

Among Mortals Second Thoughts Are Wisest.

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.

A Man's Most Valuable Trait Is A Judicious Sense Of What Not To Believe.

To Die With Glory, If One Has To Die At All, Is Still, I Think, Pain For The Dier.

It Is Said That Gifts Persuade Even The Gods.