The Mob Gets Out Of Hand, Runs

I Sacrifice To No God Save Myself - And To My Belly, Greatest Of Deities.

If Your Life At Night Is Good, You Think You Have Everything.

Few Have Greater Riches Than The Joy That Comes To Us In Visions, In Dreams Which Nobody Can Take Away.

Knowledge Is Not Wisdom: Cleverness Is Not, Not Without Awareness Of Our Death, Not Without Recalling Just How Brief Our Flare Is. He Who Overreaches Will, In His Overreaching, Lose What He Possesses, Betray What He Has Now. That Which Is Beyond Us, Which Is Greater Than The Human, The Unattainably Great, Is For The Mad, Or For Those Who Listen To The Mad, And Then Believe Them.

My Tongue Swore, But My Mind Was Still Unpledged.