There Is Desire In Those Who Love

For The Good, When Praised, Feel Something Of Disgust, If To Excess Commended.

Circumstances Rule Men And Not Men Rule Circumstances.

Evil Men By Their Own Nature Cannot Ever Prosper.

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.

Life Is Short, Yet Sweet.