The love between a man and wife is sacred. It reflects the love the gods have for all of us
The poor disgust us because they are us, shorn of our illusions. They show us what we'd look like without our fine clothes. How'd we smell without perfume
We have no names, no family. Every one of us is poor and powerless. And yet together, we can overthrow an empire
Hypocrisy is a boil. Lancing a boil is never pleasant