There Is No Benefit In The Gifts

Oh, What A Vileness Human Beauty Is; Corroding, Corrupting Everything It Touches.

The Brave Endure Their Labors, The Cowardly Are Worth The Cowards Nothing At All.

This Is What It Means To Be A Slave; To Be Abused And Bear It; Compelled By Violence To Suffer Wrong.

Money Is The Wise Man's Religion.

Who Knows But Life Be That Which Men Call Death, And Death What Men Call Life?