Nothing's As Good As Holding On To

O Virtue, I Have Followed You Through Life, And Find You At Last But A Shade.

It Is A Strange Form Of Anger, Difficult To Cure, When Two Friends Turn Upon Each Other In Hatred.

No One Is Truly Free, They Are A Slave To Wealth, Fortune, The Law, Or Other People Restraining Them From Acting According To Their Will.

Whom The Gods Destroy, They First Make Mad.

Love Must Not Touch The Marrow Of The Soul. Our Affections Must Be Breakable Chains That We Can Cast Them Off Or Tighten Them.