I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.

Men must reap the things they sow, Force from force must ever flow.

We are all Greeks. Our laws, our literature, our religion, our arts, have their root in Greece.

By all that is sacred in our hope for the human race, I conjure those who love happiness and truth to give a fair trial to the vegetable system!

Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine, In one spirit meet and mingle-Why not I with thine?

Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.

It is a modest creed, and yet Pleasant if one considers it, To own that death itself must be, Like all the rest, a mockery.