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

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.

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

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.

What is food to one man may be fierce poison to others

You may complete as many generations as you please during your life; none the less will that everlasting death await you.

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