People are too durable, that's their main trouble. They can do too much to themselves, they last too long.
The mill wheel turns, it turns forever, though what is uppermost remains not so.
Who fights may lose, but who does not fight has lost already.
When the leaders speak of peace, the common folk know war is coming.
He who speaks of enemies , himself is the enemy.
The shrill voices of those who give orders Are full of fear like the squeakings of Piglets awaiting the butcher's knife, as their fat arses Sweat with anxiety in their office chairs.... Fear rules not only those who are ruled, but The rulers too.