...In whatever direction you may turn your eyes
there lies the means to end your woes.
Do you see that precipice?
Down that is the way to liberty.
Do you see that sea, that well?
There sits liberty-at the bottom.
Do you see that tree, stunted, blighted and barren?
Yet, from its branches hangs liberty.
Do you see that throat of yours, your gullet, your heart?
They are ways of escape from servitude.
Are the ways of egress I show you too toilsome
do they require too much courage and strength?
Do you ask what is the highway to liberty?
Any vein in your body...
-Cicero De Ira

Brutus:"What did Cicero talk?"
Cassius:"Aye, He spoke Greek"
Brutus:"What was said?"
Cassius:"I doth not know, it was Greek to me"

-Shakespeare