Jove Lifts The Golden Balances That Show

Youth Is Quick In Feeling But Weak In Judgement.

Come, Friend, You Too Must Die. Why Moan About It So? Even Patroclus Died, A Far, Far Better Man Than You. And Look, You See How Handsome And Powerful I Am? The Son Of A Great Man, The Mother Who Gave Me Life-- A Deathless Goddess. But Even For Me, I Tell You, Death And The Strong Force Of Fate Are Waiting. There Will Come A Dawn Or Sunset Or High Noon When A Man Will Take My Life In Battle Too-- Flinging A Spear Perhaps Or Whipping A Deadly Arrow Off His Bow.

The Journey Is The Thing.

A Little Child Born Yesterday A Thing On Mother's Milk And Kisses Fed.

Discourse, The Sweeter Banquet Of The Mind.