Lucretius

It is great wealth to a soul to live frugally with a contented mind.

Fear is the mother of all gods ... Nature does all things spontaneously, by herself, without the meddling of the gods.

Gently touching with the charm of poetry.

Our life must once have end; in vain we fly_x000D_ _x000D_ From following Fate; e'en now, e'en now, we die.

What can give us more sure knowledge than our senses? How else can we distinguish between the true and the false?

Constant dripping hollows out a stone.