All religions are equally sublime to the ignorant, useful to the politician, and ridiculous to the philosopher.

— Titus Lucretius Carus

A man leaves his great house because he's bored With life at home, and suddenly returns, Finding himself no happier abroad. He rushes off to his villa driving like mad, You'LD think he's going to a house on fire, And yawns before he's put his foot inside, Or falls asleep and seeks oblivion, Or even rushes back to town again. So each man flies from himself (vain hope, because It clings to him the more closely against his will)And hates himself because he is sick in mind And does not know the cause of his disease.

— Titus Lucretius Carus

Burning fevers flee no swifter from your body if you toss under figured counterpanes and coverlets of crimson than if you must lie in rude homespun.

— Titus Lucretius Carus

Constant dripping hollows out a stone.

— Titus Lucretius Carus

Fear in sooth holds so in check all mortals, because that see many operations go on in earth and heaven, the causes of which they can in no way understand, believing them therefore to be done by power divine. For these reasons when we shall have seen that nothing can be produced from nothing, we shall then more correctly ascertain that which we are seeking, both the elements out of which every thing can be produced and the manner in which every thing can be produced in which all things are done without the hands of the gods.

— Titus Lucretius Carus

Fear in sooth holds so in check all mortals, because they see many operations go on in earth and heaven, the causes of which they can in no way understand, believing them therefore to be done by power divine.

— Titus Lucretius Carus

Furthermore, as the body suffers the horrors of disease and the pangs of pain, so we see the mind stabbed with anguish, grief and fear. What more natural than that it should likewise have a share in death?

— Titus Lucretius Carus

Mortal, what hast thou of such grave concern That thou indulgent in too sickly plaints? Why this bemoaning and be weeping death? For if thy life sometime and behind To thee was grateful, and not all thy good Was heaped as in sieve to flow away And perish unavailingly, why not, Even like a banqueter, depart the hall, Laden with life?

— Titus Lucretius Carus

Nothing can dwindle to nothing, as Nature restores one thing from the stuff of another, nor does she allow a birth, without a corresponding death.

— Titus Lucretius Carus

So it is more useful to watch a man in times of peril, and in adversity to discern what kind of man he is; for then at last words of truth are drawn from the depths of his heart, and the mask is torn off, reality remains.

— Titus Lucretius Carus