"In whatever direction you may turn your eyes, there lies to means to end your woes. See you that precipice? Down that is the way to liberty. See you that sea, that river, that well? There sits liberty - at the bottom. See you that tree, stunted, blighted, and barren? Yet from its branches hangs liberty. See you that throat of yours, your gullet, your heart? Do you ask what is the highway to liberty? Any vein in your body!" —Seneca, On Anger














