It Would Not Be Better If Men

For No Mortal Ever Attains To Blessedness. One May Be Luckier Than Another When Wealth Flows His Way, But Blessed Never.

Children Are Sweet As The Buds In Spring, But I've Noticed That Those Who Have Them Have Nothing But Trouble All Their Lives.

Toil, Says The Proverb, Is The Sire Of Fame.

No One Is Truly Free, They Are A Slave To Wealth, Fortune, The Law, Or Other People Restraining Them From Acting According To Their Will.

Doth Some One Say That There Be Gods Above? There Are Not; No, There Are Not. Let No Fool, Led By The Old False Fable, Thus Deceive You. Look At The Facts Themselves, Yielding My Words, No Undue Credence: For I Say That Kings Kill, Rob, Break Oaths, Lay Cities Waste By Fraud, And Doing Thus Are Happier Than Those, Who Live Calm Pious Lives Day After Day. All Divinity Is Built-up From Our Good And Evil Luck.