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.

One Man's food is another Man's Poison

The old must always make way for the new, and one thing must be built out of the ruins of another. There is no murky pit of hell awaiting anyone.

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

So, little by little, time brings out each several thing into view, and reason raises it up into the shores of light.

How many evils have flowed from religion.

The first-beginnings of things cannot be distinguished by the eye.