To Whom Should We Marry Freedom, To

The Man Who Bows Before The Ruler, Shows His Behind To The Courtiers

All Gods Were Immortal.

The Moment Of Recognizing Your Own Lack Of Talent Is A Flash Of Genius.

All Is In The Hands Of Man. Therefore Wash Them Often.

Never Saw The Branch You Are Sittin On, Unless They Are Trying To Hang You From It.