Thou Shalt Not Horn In On Thy

For Rarely Are Sons Similar To Their Fathers: Most Are Worse, And A Few Are Better Than Their Fathers.

See Now, How Men Lay Blame Upon Us Gods For What Is After All Nothing But Their Own Folly.

No Season Now For Calm, Familiar Talk.

The Whims Of Youth Break All The Rules.

My Life Is More To Me Than All The Wealth Of Ilius