Along With Success Comes A Reputation For

The Best Prophet Is Common Sense, Our Native Wit.

It Was My Tongue That Swore; My Heart Is Unsworn.

A Man Who Has Been In Danger, When He Comes Out Of It Forgets His Fears, And Sometimes He Forgets His Promises.

Dead Men Have No Victory.

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.