The Tongue Of Man Is

Whoever Obeys The Gods, To Him They Particularly Listen.

Bad Herdsmen Waste The Flocks Which Thou Hast Left Behind.

One Who Journeying Along A Way He Knows Not, Having Crossed A Place Of Drear Extent, Before Him Sees A River Rushing Swiftly Toward The Deep, And All Its Tossing Current White With Foam, And Stops And Turns, And Measures Back His Way.

I Won't Lie To You, Fatherhood Isn't Easy Like Motherhood.

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