If The Gods Do Evil Then They

For With Slight Efforts How Should We Obtain Great Results? It Is Foolish Even To Desire It.

Ten Soldiers Wisely Led Will Beat A Hundred Without A Head.

Good And Bad May Not Be Dissevered; There Is, As There Should Be, A Commingling.

He Is Life's Liberating Force. He Is Release Of Limbs And Communion Through Dance. He Is Laughter, And Music In Flutes. He Is Repose From All Cares -- He Is Sleep! When His Blood Bursts From The Grape And Flows Across Tables Laid In His Honor To Fuse With Our Blood, He Gently, Gradually, Wraps Us In Shadows Of Ivy-cool Sleep.

A Man Who Has Been In Danger, When He Comes Out Of It Forgets His Fears, And Sometimes He Forgets His Promises.