Among mortals second thoughts are wisest.

What good can come from meeting death with tears? If a man Is sorry for himself, he doubles death.

Woman is woman's natural ally.

The brave endure their labors, the cowardly are worth the cowards nothing at all.

It is better that we live ever so Miserably than die in glory.

The stillest tongue can be the truest friend.

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.