Man, One May Say, Was

Song Forbids Victorious Deeds To Die.

There Are Evil Spirits Who Suddenly Fix Their Abode In Man's Unguarded Breast, Causing Us To Commit Devilish Deeds, And Then, Hurrying Back To Their Native Hell, Leave Behind The Stings Of Remorse In The Poisoned Bosom.

He Who Neglects The Present Moment Throws Away All He Has.

A Healthy Nature Needs No God Or Immortality

The Man Who Fears Nothing Is As Powerful As He Who Is Feared By Everybody.