Rest, brother, rest. Have you done ill or well Rest, rest, There is no God, no gods who dwell Crowned with avenging righteousness on high Nor frowning ministers of their hate in hell.

Such evil deeds could religion prompt.

There is so much wrong with the world. (tanta stat praedita culpa)

The body searches for that which has injured the mind with love.

The water hollows out the stone, not by force but drop by drop.

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

For it is unknown what is the real nature of the soul, whether it be born with the bodily frame or be infused at the moment of birth, whether it perishes along with us, when death separates the soul and body, or whether it visits the shades of Pluto and bottomless pits, or enters by divine appointment into other animals.