But Sure The Eye Of Time Beholds

Zeus Most Glorious And Most Great, Thundercloud, Throned In The Heavens! Let Not The Sun Go Down And The Darkness Come, Until I Cast Down Headlong The Citadel Of Priam In Flames, And Burn His Gates With Blazing Fire, And Tear To Rags The Shirt Upon Hectors Breast! May Many Of His Men Fall About Him Prone In The Dust And Bite The Earth!

Nothing In The World Is So Incontinent As A Man's Accursed Appetite.

For Rarely Are Sons Similar To Their Fathers: Most Are Worse, And A Few Are Better Than Their Fathers.

I Want Answers Now Or I Want Them Eventually!

A Boy Without Mischief Is Like A Bowling Ball Without A Liquid Center.