The Life Of The Wealthy Is One

And For Tired Eyes Every Light Is Too Bright, And For Tired Lips Every Breath Too Heavy, And For Tired Ears Every Word Too Much.

Supreme Power Rests In The Will Of All Or Of The Majority.

The Strides Of Humanity Are Slow, They Can Only Be Counted In Centuries.

Revolution Is Like The Daughters Of Pelias: It Cuts Humanity To Pieces In Order To Rejuvenate It.

Only One Thing Abides: An Infinite Beauty That Passes From Form To Form, Eternally Changed And Revealed Afresh.