I May Be No Better,

Slaves Lose Everything In Their Chains, Even The Desire Of Escaping From Them.

Let The Trumpet Of The Day Of Judgment Sound When It Will, I Shall Appear With This Book In My Hand Before The Sovereign Judge, And Cry With A Loud Voice, This Is My Work, There Were My Thoughts, And Thus Was I. I Have Freely Told Both The Good And The Bad, Have Hid Nothing Wicked, Added Nothing Good.

The Mechanism She Employs Is Much More Powerful Than Ours, For All Her Levers Move The Human Heart.

I Remembered The Way Out Suggested By A Great Princess When Told That The Peasants Had No Bread: "well, Let Them Eat Cake".

Remorse Sleeps In The Atmosphere Of Prosperity.