The Strides Of Humanity Are Slow, They

A Good Man With A Good Conscience Doesn't Walk So Fast.

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.

The Life Of The Wealthy Is One Long Sunday.

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

Murder Begins Where Self-defense Ends.