One thing is made of another, and nature allows no new creation except at the price of death.

If atom stocks are inexhaustible, Greater than power of living things to count, If Nature's same creative power were present too To throw the atoms into unions - exactly as united now, Why then confess you must That other worlds exist in other regions of the sky, And different tribes of men, kinds of wild beasts.

The nature of the universe has by no means been made through divine power, seeing how great are the faults that mar it.

It is great wealth to a soul to live frugally with a contented mind.

Such are the heights of wickedness to which men are driven by religion.

From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.

Anything made out of destructible matter Infinite time would have devoured before. But if the atoms that make and replenish the world Have endured through the immense span of the past Their natures are immortal-that is clear. Never can things revert to nothingness!