Now Son, You Don’t Want To Drink

To-morrow We Embark Upon The Boundless Sea.

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

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.

Men Grow Tired Of Sleep, Love, Singing And Dancing Sooner Than Of War.

I War Not With The Dead.