Against Stupidity The Very Gods Themselves Contend

Seraphs Share With Thee Knowledge; But Art, O Man, Is Thine Alone!

Time Is A Blooming Field: Nature Is Ever Teeming With Life: And All Is Seed, And All Is Fruit.

No Emperor Has The Power To Dictate To The Heart.

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.

Measure Not By The Scale Of Perfection The Meager Product Of Reality.