Freedom Is A Possession Of

Death Approaches, Which Is Always Impending Like The Stone Over Tantalus: Then Comes Superstition With Which He Who Is Imbued Can Never Have Peace Of Mind.

It Is Not A Virtue, But A Deceptive Copy And Imitation Of Virtue, When We Are Led To The Performance Of Duty By Pleasure As Its Recompense.

It Is Foolish To Tear One's Hair In Grief, As Though Sorrow Would Be Made Less By Baldness.

The Enemy Is Within The Gates; It Is With Our Own Luxury, Our Own Folly, Our Own Criminality That We Have To Contend.

History Is The Witness That Testifies To The Passing Of Time.