I Have Found Power In The Mysteries

Do Not Mistake For Wisdom That Opinion Which May Rise From A Sick Mind.

For No Mortal Ever Attains To Blessedness. One May Be Luckier Than Another When Wealth Flows His Way, But Blessed Never.

Doth Some One Say That There Be Gods Above? There Are Not; No, There Are Not. Let No Fool, Led By The Old False Fable, Thus Deceive You. Look At The Facts Themselves, Yielding My Words, No Undue Credence: For I Say That Kings Kill, Rob, Break Oaths, Lay Cities Waste By Fraud, And Doing Thus Are Happier Than Those, Who Live Calm Pious Lives Day After Day. All Divinity Is Built-up From Our Good And Evil Luck.

A Just Cause Needs No Interpreting. It Carries Its Own Case. But The Unjust Argument Since It Is Sick, Needs Clever Medicine.

The Language Of Truth Is Simple.