Tis pleasant to stand on shore and watch others labouring in a stormy sea.

From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.

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

Anything made out of destructible matter Infinite time would have devoured before. But if the atoms that make and replenish the world Have endured through the immense span of the past Their natures are immortal-that is clear. Never can things revert to nothingness!

Fear was the first thing on Earth to create gods.

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.

For thee the wonder-working earth puts forth sweet flowers.