Trying Is The First Step Toward Failure.

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

His Descent Was Like Nightfall.

Earth Sounds My Wisdom, And High Heaven My Fame.

Wine Sets Even A Thoughtful Man To Singing, Or Sets Him Into Softly Laughing, Sets Him To Dancing. Sometimes It Tosses Out A Word That Was Better Unspoken.

Not At All Similar Are The Race Of The Immortal Gods And The Race Of Men Who Walk Upon The Earth.