Cleverness Is Not Wisdom.

When One With Honeyed Words But Evil Mind Persuades The Mob, Great Woes Befall The State.

Humility, A Sense Of Reverence Before The Sons Of Heaven - Of All The Prizes That A Mortal Man Might Win, These, I Say, Are Wisest; These Are Best.

Oftener Than Not The Old Are Uncontrollable; Their Tempers Make Them Difficult To Deal With.

Forgive, Son; Men Are Men; They Needs Must Err.

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.