Ye Immortal Gods! Where In The World

We All Are Imbued With The Love Of Praise.

Freedom Suppressed And Again Regained Bites With Keener Fangs Than Freedom Never Endangered.

The Pursuit, Even Of The Best Things, Ought To Be Calm And Tranquil.

For What Is There More Hideous Than Avarice, More Brutal Than Lust, More Contemptible Than Cowardice, More Base Than Stupidity And Folly?

What We Call Pleasure, And Rightly So Is The Absence Of All Pain.