No One Can Confidently Say That He

Alas, How Right The Ancient Saying Is: We, Who Are Old, Are Nothing Else But Noise And Shape. Like Mimicries Of Dreams We Go, And Have No Wits, Although We Think Us Wise.

No One Can Confidently Say That He Will Still Be Living Tomorrow.

Youth Holds No Society With Grief.

Who Knoweth If To Die Be But To Live, And That Called Life By Mortals Be But Death?

No Man On Earth Is Truly Free, All Are Slaves Of Money Or Necessity. Public Opinion Or Fear Of Prosecution Forces Each One, Against His Conscience, To Conform.