In Order To Be Somebody You Have

When Virtue Has Slept It Will Arise More Vigorous.

In Solitude The Lonely Man Is Eaten Up By Himself, Among Crowds By The Many.

The Body Is A Big Sagacity, A Plurality With One Sense, A War And A Peace, A Flock And A Shepherd.

Live Dangerously. Build Your Cities On The Slopes Of Vesuvius.

You Tell Me: 'life Is Hard To Bear.' But If It Were Otherwise Why Should Ou Have Your Pride In The Morning Nad Your Resignation In The Evening?