Self-will In The Man Who Does Not

For Sufferers It Is Sweet To Know Before-hand Clearly The Pain That Still Remains For Them.

The So-called Mother Of The Child Isn't The Child's Begetter, But Only A Sort Of Nursing Soil For The New-sown Seed. The Man, The One On Top, Is The True Parent, While She, A Stranger, Foster's A Stranger's Sprout.

Against Necessity, Against Its Strength, No One Can Fight And Win.

Art Is Far Feebler Than Necessity.

I Say You Must Not Win An Unjust Case By Oaths.