Word Is A Shadow Of A Deed.

By Convention Sweet Is Sweet, By Convention Bitter Is Bitter, By Convention Hot Is Hot, By Convention Cold Is Cold, By Convention Color Is Color. But In Reality There Are Atoms And The Void. That Is, The Objects Of Sense Are Supposed To Be Real And It Is Customary To Regard Them As Such, But In Truth They Are Not. Only The Atoms And The Void Are Real.

Good Breeding In Cattle Depends On Physical Health, But In Men On A Well-formed Character.

I Am The Most Travelled Of All My Contemporaries; I Have Extended My Field Of Enquiry Wider Than Anybody Else, I Have Seen More Countries And Climes, And Have Heard More Speeches Of Learned Men. No One Has Surpassed Me In The Composition Of Lines, According To Demonstration, Not Even The Egyptian Knotters Of Ropes, Or Geometers.

Our Sins Are More Easily Remembered Than Our Good Deeds.

There Are Innumerable Worlds Of Different Sizes. In Some There Is Neither Sun Not Moon, In Others They Are Larger Than In Ours And Others Have More Than One. These Worlds Are At Irregular Distances, More In One Direction And Less In Another, And Some Are Flourishing, Others Declining. Here They Come Into Being, There They Die, And They Are Distroyed By Collision With One Another. Some Of The Worlds Have No Animal Or Vegetable Life Nor Any Water.