Better Do Nothing Than Do Ill.

Contact With [menstrual Blood] Turns New Wine Sour, Crops Touched By It Become Barren, Grafts Die, Seed In Gardens Are Dried Up, The Fruit Of Trees Fall Off, The Edge Of Steel And The Gleam Of Ivory Are Dulled, Hives Of Bees Die, Even Bronze And Iron Are At Once Seized By Rust, And A Horrible Smell Fills The Air; To Taste It Drives Dogs Mad And Infects Their Bites With An Incurable Poison.

Suicide Is A Privilege Of Man Which Deity Does Not Possess.

No One Is Wise At All Times.

Now, That The Sovereign Power And Deity, Whatsoever It Is, Should Have Regard Of Mankind, Is A Toy And Vanity Worthy To Be Laughed At.

The Human Features And Countenance, Although Composed Of But Some Ten Parts Or Little More, Are So Fashioned That Among So Many Thousands Of Men There Are No Two In Existence Who Cannot Be Distinguished From One Another.