What Do I Care About Jupiter? Justice

The Form [of Literature] Matters Little To Me, Classical Or Not.

We Do Not Judge The People We Love.

Ah! Do Not Judge The Gods, Young Man, They Have Painful Secrets.

Be Quiet! Anyone Can Spit In My Face, And Call Me A Criminal And A Prostitute. But No One Has The Right To Judge My Remorse.

I Am Alone In The Midst Of These Happy, Reasonable Voices. All These Creatures Spend Their Time Explaining, Realizing Happily That They Agree With Each Other. In Heaven's Name, Why Is It So Important To Think The Same Things All Together.