We, peopling the void air, make gods to whom we impute the ills we ought to bear.

Violence and wrong enclose all who commit them in their meshes and do mostly recoil on him from whom they begin.

And part of the soil is called to wash away In storms and streams shave close and gnaw the rocks. Besides, whatever the earth feeds and grows Is restored to earth. And since she surely is The womb of all things and their common grave, Earth must dwindle, you see and take on growth again.

When the supreme violence of a furious wind upon the sea sweeps over the waters the chief admiral of a fleet along with his mighty legions, does he not crave the gods' peace with vows and in his panic seek with prayers the peace of the winds and favouring breezes. Nonetheless, he is caught up in the furious hurricane and driven upon the shoals of death.

Life is one long struggle in the dark.

Religious questions have often led to wicked and impious actions.

How many evils have flowed from religion.