One Gets A Cross For His Crime,

The Act Of God Injures No One.

The People That Once Bestowed Commands, Consulships, Legions, And All Else, Now Concerns Itself No More, And Longs Eagerly For Just Two Things: Bread And Circuses!

The Grape Becomes Tinted From The Grape It Comes In Contact With.

Dare To Do Something Worth Of Exile And Prison If You Mean To Be Anybody. Virtue Is Praised And Left To Freeze. [lat., Aude Aliquid Brevibus Gyaris Et Carcere Dignum Si Vis Esse Aliquis. Probitas Laudatur Et Alget.]

I Only Feel, But Want The Power To Paint.