Life is one long struggle in the dark.

Victory puts us on a level with heaven.

Do we not see all humans unaware Of what they want, and always searching everywhere, And changing place, as if to drop the load they bear?

How is it that the sky feeds the stars?

The dreadful fear of hell is to be driven out, which disturbs the life of man and renders it miserable, overcasting all things with the blackness of darkness, and leaving no pure, unalloyed pleasure.

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

The old must always make way for the new, and one thing must be built out of the ruins of another. There is no murky pit of hell awaiting anyone.