Life is one long struggle in the dark.
One Man's food is another Man's Poison
Huts they made then, and fire, and skins for clothing, And a woman yielded to one man in wedlock... ... Common, to see the offspring they had made; The human race began to mellow then. Because of fire their shivering forms no longer Could bear the cold beneath the covering sky.
The wailing of the newborn infant is mingled with the dirge for the dead.
Religious questions have often led to wicked and impious actions.
We notice that the mind grows with the body, and with it decays.