Oh, What A Power Is

It Is Better That We Live Ever So Miserably Than Die In Glory.

To Generous Souls Every Task Is Noble.

The Divine Power Moves With Difficulty, But At The Same Time Surely.

Let No One Think Of Me That I Am Humble Or Weak Or Passive; Let Them Understand I Am Of A Different Kind: Dangerous To My Enemies, Loyal To My Friends. To Such A Life Glory Belongs.

I Think It Makes Small Difference To The Dead, If They Are Buried In The Tokens Of Luxury. All That Is An Empty Glorification Left For Those Who Live.