“From the heart of this fountain of delights wells up some bitter taste to choke them even amid the flowers.”

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.

Thus, then, the All that is is limited In no one region of its onward paths, For then ‘tmust have forever its beyond.

One Man’s food is another Man’s Poison

What a man knows at fifty that he did not know at twenty is, for the most part, incommunicable.

If you do anything well, gratitude is lighter than a feather; if you give offense in anything, people’s wrath is as heavy as lead.

You are a beautiful rose, and strong like a mountain. So don’t let anyone rob you of your petals, and take away your colors that you hold so dear, next to your beating heart.

Tis pleasant to stand on shore and watch others labouring in a stormy sea.

Through the instant of all conditions of appearance and disappearance. Of this I am perfectly certain. I am That.

They would prefer it if the world were very simple

Save your energy, protect your light, fuel your fire.

The human race has improved everything, but the human race.