For There Below Ground Sits The Dark

A God Implants In Mortal Guilt Whenever He Wants Utterly To Confound A House.

The Holy Heaven Yearns To Wound The Earth, And Yearning Layeth Hold On The Earth To Join In Wedlock; The Rain, Fallen From The Amorous Heaven, Impregnates The Earth, And It Bringeth Forth For Mankind The Food Of Flocks And Herds And Demeter's Gifts; And From That Moist Marriage-rite The Woods Put On Their Bloom.

Learning Is Ever In The Freshness Of Its Youth, Even For The Old.

Wisdom Cometh By Suffering.

Don't Try To Make Intelligent Decisions When Your Brain Is Hyped