“Come, God -- Bromius, Bacchus, Dionysus -- burst into life, burstinto being, be a mighty bull,a hundred-headed snake,a fire-breathing lion. Burst into smiling life, oh Bacchus!”
“This town must learn,even against its will, how much it coststo scorn a God's mysteries and to be purged.So shall I vindicate my virgin motherand reveal myself to mortals as a God,the son of God.”
“Hast thou ice that thou shalt bind itTo thy breast, and make thee deadTo thy children, to thine own spirit's pain?When the hand knows what it dares,When thine eyes look into theirs,Shalt thou keep by tears unblindedThy dividing of the slain?These be deeds Not for thee:These be things that cannot be!”
“Prepare yourselvesfor the roaring voice of the God of Joy!”
“God helps him who strives hard.”
“My hair is holy. I grow it long for the God.”