The gods and their tranquil abodes appear, which no winds disturb, nor clouds bedew with showers, nor does the white snow, hardened by frost, annoy them; the heaven, always pure, is without clouds, and smiles with pleasant light diffused.

Out beyond our world there are, elsewhere, other assemblages of matter making other worlds. Ours is not the only one in air's embrace.

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

From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.

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

All things obey fixed laws.

The drops of rain make a hole in the stone not by violence but by oft falling.