Wine Lead To Folly, Making Even The

Rather I'd Choose Laboriously To Bear A Weight Of Woes, And Breathe The Vital Air, A Slave To Some Poor Hind That Toils For Bread, Than Reign The Sceptred Monarch Of The Dead.

Short Is My Date, But Deathless My Renown.

It's Disgraceful How These Humans Blame The Gods. They Say Their Tribulations Come From Us, When They Themselves, Through Their Own Foolishness, Bring Hardships Which Are Not Decreed By Fate.

The Information Superhighway Showed The Average Person What Some Nerd Thinks About Star Trek.

Uncontrollable Laughter Arose Among The Blessed Gods.