An Undying Hatred, And A Wound Never

From The Disease Of One The Whole Flock Perishes.

The Venal Herd. [lat., Venale Pecus.]

Luxury Is More Deadly Than Any Foe.

Already Long Ago, From When We Sold Our Vote To No Man, The People Have Abdicated Our Duties; For The People Who Once Upon A Time Handed Out Military Command, High Civil Office, Legions — Everything, Now Restrains Itself And Anxiously Hopes For Just Two Things: Bread And Circuses.

Revenge Is Sweeter Than Life Itself. So Think Fools.