One Man’s food is another Man’s Poison
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Anand Thakur
One Man’s food is another Man’s Poison
LUCRETIUSYou alone govern the nature of things. Without you nothing emerges into the light of day, without you nothing is joyous or lovely.
LUCRETIUSIn the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.
LUCRETIUSThe water hollows out the stone, not by force but drop by drop.
LUCRETIUSFrom the midst of the very fountain of pleasure, something of bitterness arises to vex us in the flower of enjoyment.
LUCRETIUSIt’s easier to avoid the snares of love than to escape once you are in that net whose cords and knots are strong; but even so, enmeshed, entangled, you can still get out unless, poor fool, you stand in your own way.
LUCRETIUSThings stand apart so far and differ, that What’s food for one is poison for another.
LUCRETIUSWe cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from.
LUCRETIUSThus the sum Forever is replenished, and we live As mortals by eternal give and take. The nations wax, the nations wane away; In a brief space the generations pass, And like to runners hand the lamp of life One unto other.
LUCRETIUSViolence and wrong enclose all who commit them in their meshes and do mostly recoil on him from whom they begin.
LUCRETIUSThere is so much wrong with the world.
LUCRETIUSMeantime, when once we know from nothing still Nothing can be create, we shall divine More clearly what we seek: those elements From which alone all things created are, And how accomplished by no tool of Gods.
LUCRETIUSThe greatest wealth is to live content with little, for there is never want where the mind is satisfied.
LUCRETIUSThe sum total of all sums total is eternal (meaning the universe).
LUCRETIUSMother of Aeneas, pleasure of men and gods.
LUCRETIUSSo it is more useful to watch a man in times of peril, and in adversity to discern what kind of man he is; for then at last words of truth are drawn from the depths of his heart, and the mask is torn off, reality remains.
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