Do we not see all humans unaware Of what they want, and always searching everywhere, And changing place, as if to drop the load they bear?
The drops of rain make a hole in the stone not by violence but by oft falling.
[N]ature repairs one thing from another and allows nothing to be born without the aid of another's death.
Human life lay foul before men's eyes, crushed to the dust beneath religion's weight.
What is food to one man may be fierce poison to others
If anyone decided to call the sea Neptune, and corn Ceres, and to misapply the name of Bacchus rather than to give liquor its right name, so be it; and let him dub the round world "Mother of the Gods" so long as he is careful not really to infest his mind with base superstitions.