The fate of man is man.
Art is not a mirror. Art is a hammer.
Because things are the way they are, things will not stay the way they are.
For the villainy of the world is great, and a man has to run his legs off to keep them from being stolen out fom underneath him.
Everyone chases after happiness, not noticing that happiness is right at their heels.
When the leaders speak of peace, the common folk know war is coming.