Aries In His Many Fits Knows No

Men Are So Quick To Blame The Gods: They Say That We Devise Their Misery. But They Themselves- In Their Depravity- Design Grief Greater Than The Griefs That Fate Assigns.

By Hook Or By Crook This Peril Too Shall Be Something That We Remember

The Whims Of Youth Break All The Rules.

A Small Rock Holds Back A Great Wave.

Hateful To Me As Are The Gates Of Hell, Is He Who, Hiding One Thing In His Heart, Utters Another.