When The Wine Goes In, Strange Things

No Emperor Has The Power To Dictate To The Heart.

Man Is Made Of Ordinary Things, And Habit Is His Nurse.

Have Love. Not Love Alone For One, But Man As Man They Brother Call; And Scatter Like The Circling Sun Thy Charities On All.

The Will Of Man Is His Happiness.

Disappointments Are To The Soul What A Thunderstorm Is To The Air.