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.

All men know their children Mean more than life. If childless people sneer- Well, they've less sorrow. But what lonesome luck!

Mighty is geometry; joined with art, resistless.

If there are none [gods], All our toil is without meaning.

No one who lives in error is free.

The bold are helpless without cleverness.

When someone isn't seen for a long time, Well, folk soon begin to imagine the worst.