Mother of Aeneas, pleasure of men and gods.
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Anand Thakur
Mother of Aeneas, pleasure of men and gods.
LUCRETIUSThough the dungeon, the scourge, and the executioner be absent, the guilty mind can apply the goad and scorch with blows.
LUCRETIUSConfess then, naught from nothing can become, Since all must have their seeds, wherefrom to grow, Wherefrom to reach the gentle fields of air.
LUCRETIUSHow wretched are the minds of men, and how blind their understandings.
LUCRETIUSThus, then, the All that is is limited In no one region of its onward paths, For then ‘tmust have forever its beyond.
LUCRETIUSSome species increase, others diminish, and in a short space the generations of living creatures are changed and, like runners, pass on the torch of life.
LUCRETIUSFear is the mother of all gods … Nature does all things spontaneously, by herself, without the meddling of the gods.
LUCRETIUSThe greatest wealth is to live content with little, for there is never want where the mind is satisfied.
LUCRETIUSNature repairs one thing from another and allows nothing to be born without the aid of another’s death.
LUCRETIUSWe in the light sometimes fear what is no more to be feared than the things children in the dark hold in terror and imagine will come true.
LUCRETIUSFrom the midst of the very fountain of pleasure, something of bitterness arises to vex us in the flower of enjoyment.
LUCRETIUSThe body searches for that which has injured the mind with love.
LUCRETIUSThe water hollows out the stone, not by force but drop by drop.
LUCRETIUSFor thee the wonder-working earth puts forth sweet flowers.
LUCRETIUSIt is pleasant, when the sea is high and the winds are dashing the waves about, to watch from the shores the struggles of another.
LUCRETIUSConstant dripping hollows out a stone.
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