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Men are eager to tread underfoot what they have once too much feared.
Such are the heights of wickedness to which men are driven by religion.
We plainly perceive that the mind strengthens and decays with the body.
The wailing of the newborn infant is mingled with the dirge for the dead.
By protracting life, we do not deduct one jot from the duration of death.
Tis pleasant to stand on shore and watch others labouring in a stormy sea.
The drops of rain make a hole in the stone not by violence but by oft falling.
The drops of rain make a hole in the stone, not by violence, but by oft falling.
It's easier to avoid the snares of love than to escape once you are in that net.
Tears for the mourners who are left behind Peace everlasting for the quiet dead.
We, peopling the void air, make gods to whom we impute the ills we ought to bear.
True piety lies rather in the power to contemplate the universe with a quiet mind.
How many evils has religion caused! [Lat., Tantum religio potuit suadere malorum!]
Things stand apart so far and differ, that What's food for one is poison for another.
Human life lay foul before men's eyes, crushed to the dust beneath religion's weight.
It is pleasant, when the sea runs high, to view from land the great distress of another.
Mother of Aeneas, pleasure of men and gods. -Aeneadum genetrix, hominum divomque voluptas
Our life must once have end; in vain we fly From following Fate; e'en now, e'en now, we die.
No matter how difficult a task may look.. Persistence and steady action will get you through
One thing is made of another, and nature allows no new creation except at the price of death.
We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from.
Bodies, again, Are partly primal germs of things, and partly Unions deriving from the primal germs.
Yet a little while, and (the happy hour) will be over, nor ever more shall we be able to recall it.
In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.
The sum total of all sums total is eternal (meaning the universe). [Lat., Summarum summa est aeternum.]
The greatest wealth is to live content with little, for there is never want where the mind is satisfied.
Death is nothing to us, it matters not one jot, since the nature of the mind is understood to be mortal.
[N]ature repairs one thing from another and allows nothing to be born without the aid of another's death.
Pleasant it to behold great encounters of warfare arrayed over the plains, with no part of yours in peril.
Violence and injury enclose in their net all that do such things, and generally return upon him who began.
From the heart of this fountain of delights wells up some bitter taste to choke them even amid the flowers.
Look at a man in the midst of doubt & danger and you will learn in his hour of adversity what he really is.
There is nothing that exists so great or marvelous that over time mankind does not admire it less and less.
It is doubtful what fortune to-morrow will bring. [Lat., Posteraque in dubio est fortunam quam vehat aetas.]
From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.
Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements.
From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.
Violence and wrong enclose all who commit them in their meshes and do mostly recoil on him from whom they begin.
What can give us more sure knowledge than our senses? How else can we distinguish between the true and the false?
Whenever anything changes and quits its proper limits, this change is at once the death of that which was before.
Sweet it is, when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters, to gaze from the land on another's struggles.
So, little by little, time brings out each several thing into view, and reason raises it up into the shores of light.
From the midst of the very fountain of pleasure, something of bitterness arises to vex us in the flower of enjoyment.
Thus, then, the All that is is limited In no one region of its onward paths, For then 'tmust have forever its beyond.
The highest summits and those elevated above the level of other things are mostly blasted by envy as by a thunderbolt.
Fear is the mother of all gods ... Nature does all things spontaneously, by herself, without the meddling of the gods.
Time changes the nature of the whole world; Everything passes from one state to another And nothing stays like itself.
The nature of the universe has by no means been made through divine power, seeing how great are the faults that mar it.
It is pleasurable, when winds disturb the waves of a great sea, to gaze out from land upon the great trials of another.
Too often in time past, religion has brought forth criminal and shameful actions... How many evils has religion caused?