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

What can give us more sure knowledge than our senses? How else can we distinguish between the true and the false?

We notice that the mind grows with the body, and with it decays.

To ask for power is forcing uphill a stone which after all rolls back again from the summit and seeks in headlong haste the levels of the plain.

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.

Fear is the mother of all gods.

What once sprung from the earth sinks back into the earth.