Evil Events From Evil Causes

Weak Mortals, Chained To The Earth, Creatures Of Clay As Frail As The Foliage Of The Woods, You Unfortunate Race, Whose Life Is But Darkness, As Unreal As A Shadow, The Illusion Of A Dream.

When Men Drink, Then They Are Rich And Successful And Win Lawsuits And Are Happy And Help Their Friends. Quickly, Bring Me A Beaker Of Wine, So That I May Wet My Mind And Say Something Clever.

The Gods, My Dear Simple Fellow, Are A Mere Expression Coined By Vulgar Superstition. We Frown Upon Such Coinage Here.

Look At The Orators In Our Republics; As Long As They Are Poor, Both State And People Can Only Praise Their Uprightness; But Once They Are Fattened On The Public Funds, They Conceive A Hatred For Justice, Plan Intrigues Against The People And Attack The Democracy.

Do Not Bandy Words With Your Father, Nor Treat Him As A Dotard, Nor Reproach The Old Man, Who Has Cherished You, With His Age.