Continual dropping wears away a stone.

Not they who reject the gods are profane, but those who accept them.

And life is given to none freehold, but it is leasehold for all.

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

Falling drops will at last wear away stone.

It is pleasurable, when winds disturb the waves of a great sea, to gaze out from land upon the great trials of another.

Poor humanity, to saddle the gods with such a responsibility and throw in a vindictive temper. What griefs they hatch for themselves, what festering sores for us, what tears for our prosperity! This is not piety, this oft-repeated show of bowing a veiled head before a graven image; this bustling to every altar; this kow-towing and prostration on the ground with palms outspread before the shrines of the gods; this deluging of vow on vow. True piety lies rather in the power to contemplate the universe with a quiet mind.