You alone govern the nature of things. Without you nothing emerges into the light of day, without you nothing is joyous or lovely.

All life is a struggle in the dark.

Fear is the mother of all gods.

Violence and injury enclose in their net all that do such things, and generally return upon him who began.

From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.

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

You may complete as many generations as you please during your life; none the less will that everlasting death await you.