We Live In A Society Of Laws.

Look At Me! I'm A Puffy Pink Cloud!

Noblest Minds Are Easiest Bent.

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.

Few Sons Are Equal To Their Fathers; Most Fall Short, All Too Few Surpass Them.

Long Exercised In Woes.