Often devotion to virtue arises from sated desire.

For this is wisdom: to live, to take what fate, or the Gods, may give.

Men should be judged not by their tint of skin, the gods they serve, the vintage they drink, nor by the way they fight, or love, or sin, but by the quality of the thought they think.

Less than the dust beneath thy chariot wheel, less than the weed that grows beside thy door.

Red lips like a living, laughing rose.

Often devotion to virtue arises from sated desire.