Sweet it is, when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters, to gaze from the land on another's struggles.
Such are the heights of wickedness to which men are driven by religion.
The sum of all sums is eternity.
In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.
So potent was religion in persuading to evil deeds.
Life is one long struggle in the dark.
