Thou Wilt Lament Hereafter, When The Evil

It Is Tedious To Tell Again Tales Already Plainly Told.

I Wish That Strife Would Vanish Away From Among Gods And Mortals, And Gall, Which Makes A Man Grow Angry For All His Great Mind, That Gall Of Anger That Swarms Like Smoke Inside Of A Man's Heart And Becomes A Thing Sweeter To Him By Far Than The Dripping Of Honey.

Rock Stars, Is There Anything They Don't Know?

The Stars Never Lie, But The Astrologers Lie About The Stars.

Strife, Only A Slight Thing When She First Rears Her Head But Her Head Soon Hits The Sky As She Strides Across The Earth.