I Would Rather Die On

Mankind . . . Possesses Two Supreme Blessings. First Of These Is The Goddess Demeter, Or Earth Whichever Name You Choose To Call Her By. It Was She Who Gave To Man His Nourishment Of Grain. But After Her There Came The Son Of Semele, Who Matched Her Present By Inventing Liquid Wine As His Gift To Man. For Filled With That Good Gift, Suffering Mankind Forgets Its Grief; From It Comes Sleep; With It Oblivion Of The Troubles Of The Day. There Is No Other Medicine For Misery.

I Care For Riches, To Make Gifts.

We Know The Good, We Apprehend It Clearly; But We Can't Bring It To Achievement.

There Is Just One Life For Each Of Us: Our Own.

Those Who Have Not, And Live In Want, Are A Menace, Ridden With Envy And Fooled By Demagogues.