I Hate It In Friends When They

Who Dares Not Speak His Free Thoughts Is A Slave.

Time Will Cure You, But Now Is Your Grief Still Young.

It Is Better That We Live Ever So Miserably Than Die In Glory.

When Roused To Rage The Maddening Populace Storms, Their Fury, Like A Rolling Flame, Bursts Forth Unquenchable; But Give Its Violence Ways, It Spends Itself, And As Its Force Abates, Learns To Obey And Yields It To Your Will.

If The Gods Do Evil Then They Are Not Gods.