To The Fool, He Who Speaks Wisdom

He Is Life's Liberating Force. He Is Release Of Limbs And Communion Through Dance. He Is Laughter, And Music In Flutes. He Is Repose From All Cares -- He Is Sleep! When His Blood Bursts From The Grape And Flows Across Tables Laid In His Honor To Fuse With Our Blood, He Gently, Gradually, Wraps Us In Shadows Of Ivy-cool Sleep.

A Sharp-tempered Woman, Or, For That Matter, A Man, Is Easier To Deal With Than The Clever Type Who Holds Her Tongue.

It Would Not Be Better If Men Got What They Wanted.

Nothing's As Good As Holding On To Safety.

If All Men Saw The Fair And Wise The Same Men Would Not Have Debaters' Double Strife.