Nothing from nothing ever yet was born.

In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.

Such crimes has superstition caused.

Epicurus ... whose genius surpassed all humankind, extinguished the light of others, as the stars are dimmed by the rising sun.

Were a man to order his life by the rules of true reason, a frugal substance joined to a contented mind is for him great riches; for never is there any lack of a little.

Continual dropping wears away a stone.

Things stand apart so far and differ, that What's food for one is poison for another.