You have come into a hard world. I know of only one easy place in it, and that is the grave.
They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.
God has placed no limits to the exercise of the intellect he has given us, on this side of the grave.
Only on the edge of the grave can man conclude anything.
I am more and more convinced that man is a dangerous creature and that power, whether vested in many or a few, is ever grasping, and like the grave, cries, 'Give, give.'