It was certainly not by design that the particles fell into order, they did not work out what they were going to do, but because many of them by many chances struck one another in the course of infinite time and encountered every possible form and movement, that they found at last the disposition they have, and that is how the universe was created.

[N]ature repairs one thing from another and allows nothing to be born without the aid of another's death.

A falling drop at last will carve a stone.

Mother of Aeneas, pleasure of men and gods. -Aeneadum genetrix, hominum divomque voluptas

Nothing comes from nothing.

All life is a struggle in the dark.

Whenever anything changes and quits its proper limits, this change is at once the death of that which was before.