Beauty- it was a glorious gift of nature.
Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing sooner than of war.
Long exercised in woes.
A man dies still if he has done nothing, as one who has done much.
For I am yearning to visit the limits of the all-nurturing Earth, and Oceans, from whom the gods are sprung.
I'm a rageaholic. I just can't live without rageahol.