Forget The Brother And Resume The Man.

The Son Of Saturn Gave The Nod With His Dark Brows. The Ambrosial Curls Upon The Sovereign One's Immortal Head Were Shaken, And With Them The Mighty Mount, Olympus Trembled.

We Battle On In Words, As Always, Mere Words, And What's The Cure? We Cannot Find A Thing.

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

There Is No Fouler Fiend Than A Woman When Her Mind Is Bent To Evil.

The Hearts Of The Great Can Be Changed.