God Help Me, I'm Just Not That

Do Thou Restrain The Haughty Spirit In Thy Breast, For Better Far Is Gentle Courtesy.

The Hearts Of Great Men Can Be Changed.

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

Is He Not Sacred, Even To The Gods, The Wandering Man Who Comes In Weariness?

A Generation Of Men Is Like A Generation Of Leaves; The Wind Scatters Some Leaves Upon The Ground, While Others The Burgeoning Wood Brings Forth - And The Season Of Spring Comes On. So Of Men One Generation Springs Forth And Another Ceases.