Nothing Feebler Does Earth Nurture Than Man,

'yea And I Beheld Sisyphus In Strong Torment, Grasping A Monstrous Stone With Both His Hands. He Was Pressing Thereat With Hands And Feet, And Trying To Roll The Stone Upward Toward The Brow Of The Hill. But Oft As He Was About To Hurl It Over The Top, The Weight Would Drive Him Back, So Once Again To The Plain Rolled The Stone, The Shameless Thing. And He Once More Kept Heaving And Straining, And The Sweat The While Was Pouring Down His Limbs, And The Dust Rose Upwards From His Head.

Beauty- It Was A Glorious Gift Of Nature.

Being Eaten By A Crocodile Is Just Like Going To Sleep...in A Giant Blender.

By Their Own Follies They Perished, The Fools.

Beyond His Strength No Man Can Fight, Although He Be Eager.