He Who Wants To Get

Death Alone Discloses How Insignificant Are The Puny Bodies Of Men.

Ask For A Valiant Heart Which Has Banished The Fear Of Death, Which Looks Upon Length Of Days As One Of The Least Of Nature's Gifts; Which Is Able To Suffer Every Kind Of Hardship, Is Proof Against Anger, Craves For Nothing, And Reckons The Trials And Gruelling Labours Of Hercules As More Desirable Blessings Than The Amorous Ease And The Banquets And Cushions Of Sardanapallus. The Things That I Recommend You Can Grant To Yourself.

Here We All Live In A State Of Ambitious Poverty.

Remorse Is The Fruit Of Crime.

Conscience, The Executioner, Shaking Her Secret Scourge.