Have Patience, Heart.

I Was Working On A Flat Tax Proposal And Accidentally Proved There Was No God.

My Hour At Last Has Come; Yet Not Ingloriously Or Passively I Die, But First Will Do Some Valiant Deed, Of Which Mankind Shall Hear In After Time.

Toil Is The Lot Of All, And Bitter Woe The Fate Of Many.

Men Are So Quick To Blame The Gods: They Say That We Devise Their Misery. But They Themselves- In Their Depravity- Design Grief Greater Than The Griefs That Fate Assigns.

Oall The Creatures That Creep And Breathe On Earth, There Is None More Wretched Than Man.