How Can People Trust The Harvest, Unless

In Hatred As In Love, We Grow Like The Thing We Brood Upon. What We Loathe, We Graft Into Our Very Soul.

What Keeps The Democracy Alive At All But The Hatred Of Excellence; The Desire Of The Base To See No Head Higher Than Their Own?

I Was A King And A King's Heir And Now I Am A Slave.

Power Is The Test. Some, Once They Have It, Are Content To Buy The Show Of Liking, And Punish Those Who Withhold It; Then You Have A Despot. But Some Keep A True Eye For How They Seem To Others, And Care About It, Which Holds Them Back From Much Mischief.

When We Serve The Great, They Are Our Destiny.