Things stand apart so far and differ, that What's food for one is poison for another.
Falling drops will at last wear away stone.
What once sprung from the earth sinks back into the earth.
One Man's food is another Man's Poison
Fear is the mother of all gods ... Nature does all things spontaneously, by herself, without the meddling of the gods.
Yet a little while, and (the happy hour) will be over, nor ever more shall we be able to recall it.