I'm a rageaholic. I just can't live without rageahol.
How delicate her feet who shuns the ground, Stepping a-tiptoe on the heads of men.
And what he greatly thought, he nobly dared.
There is a strength in the even of very sorry men
Even the bravest cannot fight beyond his power
It is equally bad when one speeds on the guest unwilling to go, and when he holds back one who is hastening. Rather one should befriend the guest who is there, but speed him when he wishes.