Everyone, To Those Weaker Than Themselves, Is

But I Will Place This Carefully Fed Pig Within The Crackling Oven; And, I Pray, What Nicer Dish Can E'er Be Given To Man.

It Is Easy When We Are In Prosperity To Give Advice To The Afflicted.

I Have Learned To Hate All Traitors, And There Is No Disease That I Spit On More Than Treachery.

On Me The Tempest Falls. It Does Not Make Me Tremble. O Holy Mother Earth, O Air And Sun, Behold Me. I Am Wronged.

Art Is Far Feebler Than Necessity.