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

Constant dripping hollows out a stone.

The highest summits and those elevated above the level of other things are mostly blasted by envy as by a thunderbolt.

Such are the heights of wickedness to which men are driven by religion.

The greatest wealth is to live content with little, for there is never want where the mind is satisfied.

For it is unknown what is the real nature of the soul, whether it be born with the bodily frame or be infused at the moment of birth, whether it perishes along with us, when death separates the soul and body, or whether it visits the shades of Pluto and bottomless pits, or enters by divine appointment into other animals.

Fear was the first thing on Earth to create gods.