A Coward Turns Away, But A Brave

Those Who Look For Filth, Can Find It At The Height Of Noon.

What Greater Pain Could Mortals Have Than This: To See Their Children Dead Before Their Eyes?

Since We Are Mortal, Friendships Are Best Kept To A Moderate Level, Rather Than Sharing The Very Depths Of Our Souls.

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.

Who Knoweth If To Die Be But To Live, And That Called Life By Mortals Be But Death?