There’s no god, it’s the elements that control this world and everything on it.
Away with all these gods and godlings; they are worse than useless.
Poets create gods, philosophers destroy them.
The gods look in pleasure on penitent sinners.
Women! Whether human or divine, what man can ever truly understand them?
Our lives are not in the lap of the gods, but in the lap of our cooks.
The gods did not reveal, from the beginning, all things to us.
The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.
Gods ir neaprakts līķis, ko cilvēce šodien bradā netīrām kājām.
Men who thought of themselves as gods fell the farthest, and the hardest.
A modern culture built on the back of dying gods immerses me.
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