Alas!-but Why Alas? It Is The Lot

The Daughters Of Sparta Are Never At Home! They Mingle With The Young Men In Wrestling Matches.

Time Will Discover Everything To Posterity; It Is A Babbler, And Speaks Even When No Question Is Put.

Children Are Sweet As The Buds In Spring, But I've Noticed That Those Who Have Them Have Nothing But Trouble All Their Lives.

Young Man, Two Are The Forces Most Precious To Mankind. The First Is Demeter, The Goddess. She Is The Earth -- Or Any Name You Wish To Call Her -- And She Sustains Humanity With Solid Food. Next Came Dionysus, The Son Of The Virgin, Bringing The Counterpart To Bread: Wine And The Blessings Of Life's Flowing Juices. His Blood, The Blood Of The Grape, Lightens The Burden Of Our Mortal Misery. Though Himself A God, It Is His Blood We Pour Out To Offer Thanks To The Gods. And Through Him, We Are Blessed.

Life Is A Short Affair; We Should Try To Make It Smooth, And Free From Strife.