We Must Believe In The Gods No

It's The Wise Man Who Stays Home When He's Drunk.

The Man Is Happiest Who Lives From Day To Day And Asks No More, Garnering The Simple Goodness Of Life.

Love Must Not Touch The Marrow Of The Soul. Our Affections Must Be Breakable Chains That We Can Cast Them Off Or Tighten Them.

Arm Yourself, My Heart: The Thing That You Must Do Is Fearful, Yet Inevitable.

High Honors Are Sweet To A Man's Heart, But Ever They Stand Close To The Brink Of Grief.