“ Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing, sooner than war. ”
…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.
~ Homer
Of all creatures that breathe and move upon the earth, nothing is bred that is weaker than man.
[I]t is the wine that leads me on,the wild winethat sets the wisest man to singat the top of his lungs,laugh like a fool – it drives theman to dancing... it eventempts him to blurt out storiesbetter never told.
The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, as it pleases him, for he can do all things.
