Today Things Are Better Than

Thou Shouldst Not Decide Until Thou Hast Heard What Both Have To Say.

Ye Children Of Man! Whose Life Is A Span, Protracted With Sorrow From Day To Day, Naked And Featherless, Feeble And Querulous, Sickly, Calamitous Creatures Of Clay!

Love Is Merely The Name For The Desire And Pursuit Of The Whole.

Surely You Do Not Believe In The Gods. What's Your Argument? Where's Your Proof?

Evil Events From Evil Causes Spring, And What You Suffer Flows From What You've Done.