Know we how many tomorrows the gods intend for our todays.

Better a serpent than a stepmother!

Mobs in their emotions are much like children, subject to the same tantrums and fits of fury.

Try first thyself, and after call in God; For to the worker God himself lends aid.

Again, a smooth answer, signifying nothing.

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.

Impudence is the worst of all human diseases.