Short Is My Date, But Deathless My

How Delicate Her Feet Who Shuns The Ground, Stepping A-tiptoe On The Heads Of Men.

Friend, Many And Many A Dream Is Mere Confusion A Cobweb Of No Consequence At All. Two Gates For Ghostly Dreams There Are: One Gateway Of Honest Horn, And One Of Ivory. Issuing By The Ivory Gate Are Dreams Of Glimmering Illusion, Fantasies, But Those That Come Through Solid Polished Horn May Be Borne Out, If Mortals Only Know Them.

Achilles Absent Was Achilles Still!

I'll Get Out Of This City Alive, Even If It Kills Me!

And Now I'm Using Sarcasm, To Confess The Whole Thing So Later I Could Say I Already Told You.