Fear is the mother of all gods.

In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.

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

How many evils have flowed from religion.

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

Under what law each thing was created, and how necessary it is for it to continue under this, and how it cannot annul the strong rules that govern its lifetime.

Fear is the mother of all gods ... Nature does all things spontaneously, by herself, without the meddling of the gods.