Nothing can be created out of nothing.
A falling drop at last will carve a stone.
Fear was the first thing on Earth to create gods.
One thing is made of another, and nature allows no new creation except at the price of death.
The wailing of the newborn infant is mingled with the dirge for the dead.
Even if I knew nothing of the atoms, I would venture to assert on the evidence of the celestial phenomena themselves, supported by many other arguments, that the universe was certainly not created for us by divine power: it is so full of imperfections.