How Can You Say That Love Is

Those Whom The Gods Chose As Their Property Must Not Consort With Mortals.

They Are Miserly, The Princes Of Austria, You Need Not Grieve About It; They May Not Donate Anything, But They Allow Themselves Tobe Fleeced, The Good Lords.

A Wise Man Can And Should Stand Above His Times, Not So The Poet, But He Should Be Their Apex.

Piety Is The Fermentation Of The Forming Mind And The Putrefaction Of The Disintegrating One.

He Who Takes People For Smart Pays An Expensive Lesson.