If a man rejoice not in his drinking, he is mad; for in drinking it's possible ... to fondle breasts, and to caress well tended locks, and there is dancing withal, and oblivion of woe.
Oh, what a power is motherhood, possessing a potent spell. Love, Light, Blessings
Danger gleams like sunshine to a brave man's eyes.
The God knows when to smile.
To die with glory, if one has to die at all, is still, I think, pain for the dier.
Those who are held Wise among men and who search the reasons of things, are those who bring the most sorrow on themselves.