The Life Of The Wealthy Is One

The Life Of The Wealthy Is One Long Sunday.

The Weapon Of The Republic Is Terror, And Virtue Is Its Strength.

The Stars Are Scattered All Over The Sky Like Shimmering Tears, There Must Be Great Pain In The Eye From Which They Trickled.

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

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