Do we not see all humans unaware Of what they want, and always searching everywhere, And changing place, as if to drop the load they bear?
Only religion can lead to such evil.
...Nature allows Destruction nor collapse of aught, until Some outward force may shatter by a blow, Or inward craft, entering its hollow cells, Dissolve it down.
Religious questions have often led to wicked and impious actions.
There is no place in nature for extinction.
Violence and injury enclose in their net all that do such things, and generally return upon him who began.
We, peopling the void air, make gods to whom we impute the ills we ought to bear.
Were a man to order his life by the rules of true reason, a frugal substance joined to a contented mind is for him great riches; for never is there any lack of a little.
And life is given to none freehold, but it is leasehold for all.
It was certainly not by design that the particles fell into order, they did not work out what they were going to do, but because many of them by many chances struck one another in the course of infinite time and encountered every possible form and movement, that they found at last the disposition they have, and that is how the universe was created.
The mask is torn off, while the reality remains
There is so much wrong with the world. (tanta stat praedita culpa)
The mind like a sick body can be healed and changed by medicine.
It's easier to avoid the snares of love than to escape once you are in that net.
Tis pleasant to stand on shore and watch others labouring in a stormy sea.
[N]ature repairs one thing from another and allows nothing to be born without the aid of another's death.
Out beyond our world there are, elsewhere, other assemblages of matter making other worlds. Ours is not the only one in air's embrace.
From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.
Our life must once have end; in vain we fly From following Fate; e'en now, e'en now, we die.
Such crimes has superstition caused.
Pleasant it is, when over a great sea the winds trouble the waters, to gaze from shore upon another's great tribulation: not because any man's troubles are a delectable joy, but because to perceive from what ills you are free yourself is pleasant.
Though the dungeon, the scourge, and the executioner be absent, the guilty mind can apply the goad and scorch with blows.
O goddess, bestow on my words an immortal charm.
Epicurus ... whose genius surpassed all humankind, extinguished the light of others, as the stars are dimmed by the rising sun.
True piety lies rather in the power to contemplate the universe with a quiet mind.
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