What then remains, but that we still should cry,/ Not to be born, or being born, to die?

What then remains but that we still should cry for being born, and, being born, to die?

It is as natural to die as to be born; and to a little infant, perhaps, the one is as painful as the other

The sun, which passeth through pollutions and itself remains as pure as before.

That things are changed, and that nothing really perishes, and that the sum of matter remains exactly the same, is sufficiently certain.

For those who intend to discover and to understand, not to indulge in conjectures and soothsaying, and rather than contrive imitation and fabulous worlds plan to look deep into the nature of the real world and to dissect it -- for them everything must be sought in things themselves.