[N]ature repairs one thing from another and allows nothing to be born without the aid of another's death.

Human life lay foul before men's eyes, crushed to the dust beneath religion's weight.

What came from the earth returns back to the earth, and the spirit that was sent from heaven, again carried back, is received into the temple of heaven.

We notice that the mind grows with the body, and with it decays.

At this stage you must admit that whatever is seen to be sentient is nevertheless composed of atoms that are insentient. The phenomena open to our observation so not contradict this conclusion or conflict with it. Rather they lead us by the hand and compel us to believe that the animate is born, as I maintain, of the insentient.

Gently touching with the charm of poetry.

What once sprung from the earth sinks back into the earth.