'twas But My Tongue, 'twas Not My

In The Hands Of Vicious Men, A Mob Will Do Anything. But Under Good Leaders It's Quite A Different Story.

No One Can Confidently Say That He Will Still Be Living Tomorrow.

Love Must Not Touch The Marrow Of The Soul. Our Affections Must Be Breakable Chains That We Can Cast Them Off Or Tighten Them.

Zeus Hates Busybodies And Those Who Do Too Much.

Happiness Is Brief. It Will Not Stay. God Batters At Its Sails.