Boy, Everyone Is Stupid Except Me.

Men Are So Quick To Blame The Gods: They Say That We Devise Their Misery. But They Themselves- In Their Depravity- Design Grief Greater Than The Griefs That Fate Assigns.

Even His Griefs Are A Joy Long After To One That Remembers All That He Wrought And Endured.

I'm A White Male, Age 18 To 49. Everyone Listens To Me, No Matter How Dumb My Suggestions Are.

All Strangers And Beggars Are From Zeus, And A Gift, Though Small, Is Precious.

Bear Patiently, My Heart, For You Have Suffered Heavier Things.