So, little by little, time brings out each several thing into view, and reason raises it up into the shores of light.

How is it that the sky feeds the stars?

Fear is the mother of all gods ... Nature does all things spontaneously, by herself, without the meddling of the gods.

There is no place in nature for extinction.

What can give us more sure knowledge than our senses? How else can we distinguish between the true and the false?

From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.

You alone govern the nature of things. Without you nothing emerges into the light of day, without you nothing is joyous or lovely.