The Fountain Of Love Is The Rose

I Do Not Know If She Was Virtuous, But She Was Ugly, And With A Woman That Is Half The Battle.

High In The Air Rises The Forest Of Oaks, High Over The Oaks Soar The Eagle, High Over The Eagle Sweep The Clouds, High Over The Clouds Gleam The Stars... High Over The Stars Sweep The Angels.

He Who Fights With Priests May Make Up His Mind To Have His Poor Good Name Torn And Befouled By The Most Infamous Lies And The Most Cutting Slanders.

All Special Charters Of Freedom Must Be Abrogated Where The Universal Law Of Freedom Is To Flourish.

The Men Of The Past Had Convictions, While We Moderns Have Only Opinions.