Rome Is No Longer In Rome, It

I Am Master Of Myself As Of The Universe, So I Am; So I Wish To Be.

This Dark Brightness That Falls From The Stars.

The Subject Of A Good Tragedy Must Not Be Realistic.

And The Combat Ceased, For Want Of Combatants.

Ambition Displeases When It Has Been Sated ... Having Reached The Peak, It Aspires To Descend.