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

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.

Things stand apart so far and differ, that What's food for one is poison for another.

One Man's food is another Man's Poison

It was certainly not by design that the particles fell into order, they did not work out what they were going to do, but because many of them by many chances struck one another in the course of infinite time and encountered every possible form and movement, that they found at last the disposition they have, and that is how the universe was created.

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.

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