C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Lucretius
A falling drop at last will carve a stone.
A little, tiny, pretty, witty, charming darling she.
All things obey fixed laws.
For it is unknown what is the real nature of the soul, whether it be born with the bodily frame or be infused at the moment of birth, whether it perishes along with us, when death separates the soul and body, or whether it visits the shades of Pluto and bottomless pits, or enters by divine appointment into other animals.
How wretched are the minds of men, and how blind their understandings.
It is doubtful what fortune to-morrow will bring.
Men conceal the past scenes of their lives.
The dreadful fear of hell is to be driven out, which disturbs the life of man and renders it miserable, overcasting all things with the blackness of darkness, and leaving no pure, unalloyed pleasure.
The gods and their tranquil abodes appear, which no winds disturb, nor clouds bedew with showers, nor does the white snow, hardened by frost, annoy them; the heaven, always pure, is without clouds, and smiles with pleasant light diffused.
We plainly perceive that the mind strengthens and decays with the body.
What came from the earth returns to the earth, and the spirit that was sent from heaven, again carried back, is received into the temple of heaven.
What can give us more sure knowledge than our senses? How else can we distinguish between the true and the false?