The Face Of Tyranny Is Always Mild

Thank The Gods! My Misery Exceeds All My Hopes!

Behind A Veil, Unseen Yet Present, I Was The Forceful Soul That Moved This Mighty Body.

Sun, I Come To See You For The Last Time.

The Principal Rule Of Art Is To Please And To Move. All The Other Rules Were Created To Achieve This First One.

According As The Man Is, So Must You Humour Him.