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

One thing is made of another, and nature allows no new creation except at the price of death.

The highest summits and those elevated above the level of other things are mostly blasted by envy as by a thunderbolt.

Constant dripping hollows out a stone.

Pleasant it is, when over a great sea the winds trouble the waters, to gaze from shore upon another's great tribulation: not because any man's troubles are a delectable joy, but because to perceive from what ills you are free yourself is pleasant.

The first-beginnings of things cannot be distinguished by the eye.

Some species increase, others diminish, and in a short space the generations of living creatures are changed and, like runners, pass on the torch of life.