Whenever A Man Is Tired,

I'm A People Person...who Drinks.

Singing Is The Lowest Form Of Communication.

The Gods, Likening Themselves To All Kinds Of Strangers, Go In Various Disguises From City To City, Observing The Wrongdoing And The Righteousness Of Men.

Uncontrollable Laughter Arose Among The Blessed Gods.

Not At All Similar Are The Race Of The Immortal Gods And The Race Of Men Who Walk Upon The Earth.