The Smell Of Profit Is Clean And

Of What Avail Are Pedigrees?

Already Long Ago, From When We Sold Our Vote To No Man, The People Have Abdicated Our Duties; For The People Who Once Upon A Time Handed Out Military Command, High Civil Office, Legions — Everything, Now Restrains Itself And Anxiously Hopes For Just Two Things: Bread And Circuses.

Few Tyrants Go Down To The Infernal Regions By A Natural Death.

I Will It, I Order It, Let My Will Stand For A Reason.

She Knows No Difference 'twixt Head And Privities Who Devours Immense Oysters At Midnight.