In An Age That Is Utterly Corrupt,

The Degradation Which Characterizes The State Into Which You Plunge Him By Punishing Him Pleases, Amuses, And Delights Him. Deep Down He Enjoys Having Gone So Far As To Deserve Being Treated In Such A Way.

Happiness Is Ideal, It Is The Work Of The Imagination.

What Do I See In The God Of That Infamous Sect If Not An Inconsistent And Barbarous Being, Today The Creator Of A World Of Destruction He Repents Of Tomorrow; What Do I See There But A Frail Being Forever Unable To Bring Man To Heel And Force Him To Bend A Knee. This Creature, Although Emanated From Him, Dominates Him, Knows How To Offend Him And Thereby Merit Torments Eternally! What A Weak Fellow, This God!

The Completest Submissiveness Is Your Lot, And That Is All.

Why Do You Complain Of Your Fate When You Could So Easily Change It?