One Can Give Advice Comfortably

One Drop Of Hatred Left In The Cup Of Joy Turns The Most Blissful Draught Into Poison.

Not Without A Shudder May The Human Hand Reach Into The Mysterious Urn Of Destiny.

This Is The Curse Of An Evil Deed, That It Incites And Must Bring Forth More Evil.

Death Is A Mighty Mediator. There All The Flames Of Rage Are Extinguished, Hatred Is Appeased, And Angelic Pity, Like A Weeping Sister, Bends With Gentle And Close Embrace Over The Funeral Urn.

In The Society, Where People Are Just Parts In A Larger Machine, Individuals Are Unable To Develop Fully.