A Slave Is But Half A Man.

Weak Mortals, Chained To The Earth, Creatures Of Clay As Frail As The Foliage Of The Woods, You Unfortunate Race, Whose Life Is But Darkness, As Unreal As A Shadow, The Illusion Of A Dream.

You Cannot Teach A Crab To Walk Straight.

Does It Seem That Everything Is Extravagance In The World, Or Rather Madness, When You Watch The Way Things Go? A Crowd Of Rogues Enjoy Blessings They Have Won By Sheer Injustice, While More Honest Folks Are Miserable And Die Of Hunger.

Even If You Persuade Me, You Won’t Persuade Me.

Full Of Wiles, Full Of Guile, At All Times, In All Ways, Are The Children Of Men.