We Are Quick To Flare Up, We

Strife, Only A Slight Thing When She First Rears Her Head But Her Head Soon Hits The Sky As She Strides Across The Earth.

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

I'm A Spalding Gray In A Rick Dees World.

The Generation Of Mankind Is Like The Generation Of Leaves. The Wind Scatters The Leaves On The Ground, But The Living Tree Burgeons With Leaves Again In The Spring.

The Rule Of The Many Is Not Well. One Must Be Chief In War And One The King.