What Greater Glory Attends A

A Sound Mind In A Manly Body.

I'm A Rageaholic. I Just Can't Live Without Rageahol.

Victory Passes Back And Forth Between Men.

All Things Are In The Hand Of Heaven, And Folly, Eldest Of Jove's Daughters, Shuts Men's Eyes To Their Destruction. She Walks Delicately, Not On The Solid Earth, But Hovers Over The Heads Of Men To Make Them Stumble Or To Ensnare Them.

Jove Lifts The Golden Balances That Show The Fates Of Mortal Men, And Things Below.