"They coiffed the poor girl for her wedding day;
a ribbon, long braids to hang each side of her face.
But there by the altar she saw her father standing
grief-stricken, and near him acolytes hiding knives,
and people staring at her with tear-stained faces.
Voiceless with terror she crumpled to her knees.
Poor thing, no help to her in such an hour
that she’d been first to call the king “my father."
- Lucretius (describing the sacrifice of Iphigenia)
"Now since the soul has been revealed to be uncommonly mobile, we must grant it made of atoms very tiny, smooth, and round. Take this to heart, good friend; in many ways you’ll find it a useful, helpful thing to know."