Human life lay foul before men's eyes, crushed to the dust beneath religion's weight.

The drops of rain make a hole in the stone not by violence but by oft falling.

How many evils have flowed from religion.

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.

From the heart of this fountain of delights wells up some bitter taste to choke them even amid the flowers.

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.

Nothing can be created out of nothing.