It's easier to avoid the snares of love than to escape once you are in that net whose cords and knots are strong; but even so, enmeshed, entangled, you can still get out unless, poor fool, you stand in your own way.

Sweet it is, when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters, to gaze from the land on another's struggles.

The wailing of the newborn infant is mingled with the dirge for the dead.

It is pleasant, when the sea is high and the winds are dashing the waves about, to watch from the shores the struggles of another.

Even if I knew nothing of the atoms, I would venture to assert on the evidence of the celestial phenomena themselves, supported by many other arguments, that the universe was certainly not created for us by divine power: it is so full of imperfections.

Fear is the mother of all gods.

It's easier to avoid the snares of love than to escape once you are in that net whose cords and knots are strong; but even so, enmeshed, entangled, you can still get out unless, poor fool, you stand in your own way.