“Continual dropping wears away a stone.”

Bodies, again, Are partly primal germs of things, and partly Unions deriving from the primal germs.

Time changes the nature of the whole world; Everything passes from one state to another And nothing stays like itself.

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

I own with reason: for, if men but knew Some fixed end to ills, they would be strong By some device unconquered to withstand Religions and the menacings of seers.

So potent was religion in persuading to evil deeds.

If one thing frightens people, it is that so much happens, on earth and out in space, the reasons for which seem somehow to escape them, and they fill in the gap by putting it down to the gods.

Victory puts us on a level with heaven.

Such are the heights of wickedness to which men are driven by religion.

What came from the earth returns back to the earth, and the spirit that was sent from heaven, again carried back, is received into the temple of heaven.

If God can do anything he can make a stone so heavy that even he can’t lift it. Then there is something God cannot do, he cannot lift the stone. Therefore God does not exist.

If men saw that a term was set to their troubles, they would find strength in some way to withstand the hocus-pocus and intimidations of the prophets.

All things obey fixed laws.

Though the dungeon, the scourge, and the executioner be absent, the guilty mind can apply the goad and scorch with blows.

When bodies spring apart, because the air Somehow condenses, wander they from truth: For then a void is formed, where none before; And, too, a void is filled which was before.

From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.

Nothing can be created out of nothing.

She’s pretty amazing.

Keep what you have got; the known evil is best.

Connecting expands possibilities – in work and in life – for ourselves as well as for others.

Yet a little while, and (the happy hour) will be over, nor ever more shall we be able to recall it.

It will be an immense relief to their enslaved minds to be freed from any one bond of restraint

A lot of the moves are split legs, and twisting fast.

How sweet is life, can we but choose with whom to live it: to live for oneself is no life.

Existence will not stop until it gets to beauty.