Servants don't know a good master till they have served a worse.

Injuries may be forgiven$$$ but not forgotten

Neither the life of anarchy nor the life enslaved by tyrants$$$ no$$$ worship neither. Strike the balance all in all and god will give you power.

This gravestone covers Aeschylus$$$ son of Euphorion$$$ from Athens$$$ who died in fertile Gela. The field of Marathon will speak of his bravery$$$ and so will the long haired Mede who knew it well.

If bright water you stain with mud$$$ you nevermore will find it fit to drink.

And you know$$$ I agree to everything: I will condemn$$$ I will forget$$$ I will give comfort to the enemy$$$ Darkness will be light and sin lovely.

So once you do know what the question actually is$$$ you'll know what the answer means.

Whatever our souls are made of$$$ his and mine are the same.

Where subtlety fails us$$$ we must simply make do with cream pies.

Isn't reality an insatiable AIDS-riddled whore?