Fear is the mother of all gods.

Falling drops will at last wear away stone.

We, peopling the void air, make gods to whom we impute the ills we ought to bear.

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.

It is pleasurable, when winds disturb the waves of a great sea, to gaze out from land upon the great trials of another.

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

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