To Be Loved, You Have To Be

I Only Hope Those Rumors I Hear About What Goes On In Prison Are Greatly Exaggerated.

Wine Can Of Their Wits The Wise Beguile, Make The Sage Frolic, And The Serious Smile

If It Doesn't Have Siamese Twins In A Jar, It Is Not A Fair.

It Is Not Strength, But Art, Obtains The Prize, And To Be Swift Is Less Than To Be Wise.

Let Him Submit To Me! Only The God Of Death Is So Relentless, Death Submits To No One—so Mortals Hate Him Most Of All The Gods. Let Him Bow Down To Me! I Am The Greater King, I Am The Elder-born, I Claim—the Greater Man.