We Shall Perish By Guile Just As

The Future You Shall Know When It Has Come; Before Then, Forget It.

This Is A Sickness Rooted And Inherent In The Nature Of A Tyranny: That He That Holds It Does Not Trust His Friends.

It Is In The Character Of Very Few Men To Honor Without Envy A Friend Who Has Prospered.

What Is There More Kindly Than The Feeling Between Host And Guest?

But When The Dust Has Drunk The Blood Of Men, No Resurrection Comes For One Who's Dead.