When The Gods Were More Manlike, Men

Weep, For The Light Is Dead.

No Emperor Has The Power To Dictate To The Heart.

The Brave Person Thinks Of Himself Last Of All.

Man Is Never So Authentically Himself As When At Play.

Let Him That Sows The Serpent's Teeth Not Hope To Reap A Joyous Harvest. Every Crime Has, In The Moment Of Its Perpetration, Its Own Avenging Angel,--dark Misgivings At The Inmost Heart.