Book: Enough

Nature is irresistible; she has no need to rush, and sooner or later she will take her toll. Unconsciously and unswervingly obedient to the laws, she does not know art, just as she does not know freedom, just as she does not know goodness; moving from eternity, passing away from eternity, it does not tolerate anything immortal, nothing unchangeable. The man is her child; but the human - the artificial - is hostile to it, precisely because it strives to be unchangeable and immortal.

Man is a child of nature; but she is the universal mother, and she has no preferences: everything that exists in her womb arose only at the expense of another and must in due time give way to another - she creates, destroying, and she does not care: what she creates, what she destroys - if only life would not be translated, if only death would not lose its rights...