Time Is The Soul Of This World.

Those Alone Are Dear To Divinity Who Are Hostile To Injustice.

If Men With Fleshly Mortals Must Be Fed, And Chew With Bleeding Teeth The Breathing Bread; What Else Is This But To Devour Our Guests, And Barbarously Renew Cyclopean Feasts? While Earth Not Only Can Your Needs Supply, But, Lavish Of Her Store, Provides For Luxury; A Guiltless Feast Administers With Ease, And Without Blood Is Prodigal To Please.

Educate The Children And It Won't Be Necessary To Punish The Men.

The Wind Is Blowing. Adore The Wind.

Number Rules The Universe.