Disaffection Stalks Around Us.

It Is One Of My Sources Of Happiness Never To Desire A Knowledge Of Other People's Business.

Our Private Property Must Be Sacrificed.

It Is Done... The Precious Portrait Placed In The Hands Of The Gentlemen For Safe Keeping.

Two Messengers Covered With Dust Come To Bid Me Fly, But I Wait For Him.

I Would Rather Fight With My Hands Than My Tongue.