Jars Neither Of Wine Nor Of Water

Time Brings All Things To Pass.

Black Smoke, The Flickering Sister Of Fire.

But I Will Place This Carefully Fed Pig Within The Crackling Oven; And, I Pray, What Nicer Dish Can E'er Be Given To Man.

To Be Fortunate Is God, And More Than God To Mortals.

His Resolve Is Not To Seem The Bravest, But To Be.