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.

I hate it in friends when they come too late to help.

The man who sticks it out against his fate shows spirit, but the spirit of a fool.

Alas!-but why Alas? It is the lot of mortality we experience.

Character is "a stamp of good repute on a person."

The God knows when to smile.

You will not achieve happiness if you don't work hard; and it's a shame not to want to work hard.