Pity Makes Suffering Contagious.

Alas, Where Is There Still A Sea In Which One Could Drown: Thus Our Lament Resounds – Across Shallow Swamps.

You Want To Be Paid As Well, You Virtuous! You Want Reward For Virtue, And Heaven For Earth, And Eternity For Your Today?

People Live For The Morrow, Because The Day-after-to-morrow Is Doubtful.

Let Woman Be A Plaything, Pure And Fine, Like A Precious Stone, Illumined With The Virtues Of A World Not Yet Come.

We Are Responsible To Ourselves For Our Own Existence; Consequently We Want To Be The True Helmsman Of This Existence And Refuse To Allow Our Existence To Resemble A Mindless Act Of Chance.