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.

The same man cannot well be skilled in everything; each has his special excellence.

Those whose cause is just will never lack good arguments.

He who believes needs no explanation.

The new-come stepmother hates the children born to a first wife.

tell me how does it feel with my teeth in your heart!

All is change; all yields its place and goes.