Flow wine, smile woman, and the universe is consoled.

Many have lived on a pedestal who will never have a statue when dead.

A man's reception depends upon his coat; his dismissal upon the wit he shows.

When in our days Religion is made a political engine, she exposes herself to having her sacred character forgotten. The most tolerant become intolerant towards her. Believers, who believe something else besides what she teaches, retaliate by attacking her in the very sanctuary itself.

Glory is a shroud that posterity often tears from the shoulders of those who wore it when living.

Flow wine, smile woman, and the universe is consoled.

Paradise is open to all kind hearts.