Few Have Greater Riches Than The Joy

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.

If One Must Do A Wrong, It's Best To Do It Pursuing Power-otherwise, Let's Have Virtue.

Neither Earth Nor Ocean Produces A Creature As Savage And Monstrous As Woman.

Remember This! No Amount Of Bacchic Reveling Can Corrupt An Honest Woman.

Happy The Man Whose Lot It Is To Know The Secrets Of The Earth. He Hastens Not To Work His Fellows Hurt By Unjust Deeds, But With Rapt Admiration Contemplates Immortal Nature's Ageless Harmony, And How And When The Order Came To Be.