There is so much wrong with the world. (tanta stat praedita culpa)

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

The water hollows out the stone, not by force but drop by drop.

Since you must admit that there is nothing outside the universe, it can have no limit and is accordingly without end or measure. It makes no odds in which part of it you may take your stand; whatever spot anyone may occupy, the universe stretches away from him just the same in all directions without limit.

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.

There is nothing that exists so great or marvelous that over time mankind does not admire it less and less.

It was certainly not by design that the particles fell into order, they did not work out what they were going to do, but because many of them by many chances struck one another in the course of infinite time and encountered every possible form and movement, that they found at last the disposition they have, and that is how the universe was created.