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

Human life lay foul before men's eyes, crushed to the dust beneath religion's weight.

From the midst of the very fountain of pleasure, something of bitterness arises to vex us in the flower of enjoyment.

What can give us more sure knowledge than our senses? How else can we distinguish between the true and the false?

So it is more useful to watch a man in times of peril, and in adversity to discern what kind of man he is; for then at last words of truth are drawn from the depths of his heart, and the mask is torn off, reality remains.

Gently touching with the charm of poetry.

...if one thing frightens people, it is that so much happens, on earth and out in space, the reasons for which seem somehow to escape them, and they fill in the gap by putting it down to the gods.