Nothing comes from nothing.

We, peopling the void air, make gods to whom we impute the ills we ought to bear.

Pleasant it to behold great encounters of warfare arrayed over the plains, with no part of yours in peril.

... deprived of pain, and also deprived of danger, able to do what it wants, [Nature] does not need us, nor understands our deserts, and it cannot be angry.

What once sprung from the earth sinks back into the earth.

Some species increase, others diminish, and in a short space the generations of living creatures are changed and, like runners, pass on the torch of life.

The first-beginnings of things cannot be distinguished by the eye.