Nothing can be created out of nothing.

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

When the supreme violence of a furious wind upon the sea sweeps over the waters the chief admiral of a fleet along with his mighty legions, does he not crave the gods' peace with vows and in his panic seek with prayers the peace of the winds and favouring breezes. Nonetheless, he is caught up in the furious hurricane and driven upon the shoals of death.

All life is a struggle in the dark.

For fools admire and love those things they see hidden in verses turned all upside down, and take for truth what sweetly strokes the ears and comes with sound of phrases fine imbued.

... we in the light sometimes fear what is no more to be feared than the things children in the dark hold in terror and imagine will come true.

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?