From the heart of this fountain of delights wells up some bitter taste to choke them even amid the flowers.

Globed from the atoms falling slow or swift I see the suns, I see the systems lift Their forms; and even the systems and the suns Shall go back slowly to the eternal drift.

To ask for power is forcing uphill a stone which after all rolls back again from the summit and seeks in headlong haste the levels of the plain.

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

The dreadful fear of hell is to be driven out, which disturbs the life of man and renders it miserable, overcasting all things with the blackness of darkness, and leaving no pure, unalloyed pleasure.

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

All things obey fixed laws.