And life is given to none freehold, but it is leasehold for all.

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

The body searches for that which has injured the mind with love.

From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.

Since you must admit that there is nothing outside the universe, it can have no limit and is accordingly without end or measure. It makes no odds in which part of it you may take your stand; whatever spot anyone may occupy, the universe stretches away from him just the same in all directions without limit.

For it is unknown what is the real nature of the soul, whether it be born with the bodily frame or be infused at the moment of birth, whether it perishes along with us, when death separates the soul and body, or whether it visits the shades of Pluto and bottomless pits, or enters by divine appointment into other animals.

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