Huts they made then, and fire, and skins for clothing, And a woman yielded to one man in wedlock... ... Common, to see the offspring they had made; The human race began to mellow then. Because of fire their shivering forms no longer Could bear the cold beneath the covering sky.

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?

Nothing can be created out of nothing.

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

Violence and wrong enclose all who commit them in their meshes and do mostly recoil on him from whom they begin.

How many evils have flowed from religion.

No fact is so simple that it is not harder to believe than to doubt at the first presentation. Equally, there is nothing so mighty or so marvelous that the wonder it evokes does not tend to diminish in time.