Gold Is The Key, Whatever Else We

We Are Easily Duped By Those We Love.

You Never See The Old Austerity That Was The Essence Of Civility; Young People Hereabouts, Unbridled, Now Just Want.

When We Are Understood, We Always Speak Well, And Then All Your Fine Diction Serves No Purpose.

Betrayed And Wronged In Everything, I’ll Flee This Bitter World Where Vice Is King, And Seek Some Spot Unpeopled And Apart Where I’ll Be Free To Have An Honest Heart. - Molière, The Misanthrope

Although I Am A Pious Man, I Am Not The Less A Man.