Oh, Everything Looks Bad If You Remember

'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.

Like Strength Is Felt From Hope, And From Despair.

The Strong Must Protect The Sweet.

A Guest Never Forgets The Host Who Has Treated Him Kindly.

I Would Rather Be Tied To The Soil As A Serf... Than Be King Of All These Dead And Destroyed.