I Will Have This Done, So I

The Love Of Popularity Holds You In A Vice.

Already Long Ago, From When We Sold Our Vote To No Man, The People Have Abdicated Our Duties; For The People Who Once Upon A Time Handed Out Military Command, High Civil Office, Legions — Everything, Now Restrains Itself And Anxiously Hopes For Just Two Things: Bread And Circuses.

Writing In The Incurable Itch That Possesses Many.

It Is Sheer Madness To Live In Want In Order To Be Wealthy When You Die.

There Is No Reliance To Be Placed On Appearance.