Thus the sum of things is ever being reviewed, and mortals dependent one upon another. Some nations increase, others diminish, and in a short space the generations of living creatures are changed and like runners pass on the torch of life.

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

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

Fear is the mother of all gods.

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.

And life is given to none freehold, but it is leasehold for all.

Fear was the first thing on Earth to create gods.