Authority Is Never Without Hate.

Life Has No Blessing Like A Prudent Friend.

Remember This! No Amount Of Bacchic Reveling Can Corrupt An Honest Woman.

Time Will Cure You, But Now Is Your Grief Still Young.

Time Will Unveil All Things To Posterity.

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.