A Sweet Thing, For Whatever Time, To

Nothing Happens To Man Without The Permission Of God.

I Think That Fortune Watcheth O'er Our Lives, Surer Than We. But Well Said: He Who Strives Will Find His Goals Strive For Him Equally.

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.

Arm Yourself, My Heart: The Thing That You Must Do Is Fearful, Yet Inevitable.

When A Good Man Is Hurt, All Who Would Be Called Good Must Suffer With Him.