If I could believe that this was said sincerely, I could put up with anything.
Flight is lawful, when one flies from tyrants.
When will the veil be lifted that casts so black a night over the universe? God of Israel, lift at last the gloom: For how long will you be hidden?
Have there ever been more submissive slaves? Adoring, even in their irons, the God who punishes them.
Without money honor is merely a disease.
He who will travel far spares his steed.