Among mortals second thoughts are wisest.
Arm yourself, my heart: the thing that you must do is fearful, yet inevitable.
Those who look for filth, can find it at the height of noon.
If there are none [gods], All our toil is without meaning.
Only a madman would give good for evil
Happy the man whose lot it is to know The secrets of the earth. He hastens not To work his fellows hurt by unjust deeds, But with rapt admiration contemplates Immortal Nature's ageless harmony, And how and when the order came to be.