It Is Virtue, Virtue, Which

It Has Seemed To Be More Necessary To Have Regard To The Weight Of Words Rather Than To Their Number.

Time Obliterates The Fictions Of Opinion And Confirms The Decisions Of Nature.

Cicero Is Dead! Cicero Is Born! The Laughter Has Filled Me, Filled Me So Very Completely. I Am The Laughter. I Am The Jester. The Soul That Has Served As My Constant Companion For So Long Has Breached The Veil Of The Void Finally And Forever. It Is Now In Me. It Is Me. The World Has Seen The Last Of Cicero The Man. Behold Cicero, Fool Of Hearts - Laughter Incarnate!

Nature Has Planted In Our Minds An Insatiable Longing To See The Truth.

If You Would Abolish Covetousness, You Must Abolish Its Mother, Profusion.