... 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.

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.

What can give us more sure knowledge than our senses? How else can we distinguish between the true and the false?

It is pleasant, when the sea is high and the winds are dashing the waves about, to watch from the shores the struggles of another.

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

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

The fall of dropping water wears away the Stone.