True piety lies rather in the power to contemplate the universe with a quiet mind.
Such crimes has superstition caused.
Life is one long struggle in the dark.
The drops of rain make a hole in the stone not by violence but by oft falling.
The gods and their tranquil abodes appear, which no winds disturb, nor clouds bedew with showers, nor does the white snow, hardened by frost, annoy them; the heaven, always pure, is without clouds, and smiles with pleasant light diffused.
Out beyond our world there are, elsewhere, other assemblages of matter making other worlds. Ours is not the only one in air's embrace.