Occupation Is The Scythe Of

Paradise Is A Center Whither The Souls Of All Men Are Proceeding, Each Sect In Its Particular Road.

Until Then, Mio Dolce Amor, A Thousand Kisses; But Give Me None In Return, For They Set My Blood On Fire.

With Audacity One Can Undertake Anything, But Not Do Everything.

Do Not Talk To Me Of Goodness, Of Abstract Justice, Of Nature Law. Necessity Is The Highest Law, Public Welfare Is The Highest Justice.

The Inevitable End Of Multiple Chiefs Is That They Fade And Disappear For Lack Of Unity.