For The Gods, Instead Of What Is

The Smell Of Profit Is Clean And Sweet, Whatever The Source.

Already Long Ago, From When We Sold Our Vote To No Man, The People Have Abdicated Our Duties; For The People Who Once Upon A Time Handed Out Military Command, High Civil Office, Legions — Everything, Now Restrains Itself And Anxiously Hopes For Just Two Things: Bread And Circuses.

A Rare Bird On This Earth, Like Nothing So Much As A Black Swan.

Vice Can Deceive Under The Guise And Shadow Of Virtue.

Whatever Is Committed From A Bad Example, Is Displeasing Even To Its Author.