Violence and injury enclose in their net all that do such things, and generally return upon him who began.

Yet a little while, and (the happy hour) will be over, nor ever more shall we be able to recall it.

Sweet it is, when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters, to gaze from the land on another's struggles.

Whenever anything changes and quits its proper limits, this change is at once the death of that which was before.

For fools admire and love those things they see hidden in verses turned all upside down, and take for truth what sweetly strokes the ears and comes with sound of phrases fine imbued.

Things stand apart so far and differ, that What's food for one is poison for another.

At this stage you must admit that whatever is seen to be sentient is nevertheless composed of atoms that are insentient. The phenomena open to our observation so not contradict this conclusion or conflict with it. Rather they lead us by the hand and compel us to believe that the animate is born, as I maintain, of the insentient.