Even if I knew nothing of the atoms, I would venture to assert on the evidence of the celestial phenomena themselves, supported by many other arguments, that the universe was certainly not created for us by divine power: it is so full of imperfections.

All life is a struggle in the dark.

... deprived of pain, and also deprived of danger, able to do what it wants, [Nature] does not need us, nor understands our deserts, and it cannot be angry.

Mother of Aeneas, pleasure of men and gods. -Aeneadum genetrix, hominum divomque voluptas

Air, I should explain, becomes wind when it is agitated.

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

From the midst of the very fountain of pleasure, something of bitterness arises to vex us in the flower of enjoyment.