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All things around, convulsed with violent thunder, seem to tremble, and the mighty walls of the capacious world appear at once to have started and burst asunder.
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Anand Thakur
Those things that are in the light we behold from darkness.
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Anand Thakur
In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.
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Anand Thakur
O goddess, bestow on my words an immortal charm.
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Anand Thakur
How many evils have flowed from religion.
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Evil Flow Religion
We notice that the mind grows with the body, and with it decays.
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Body Decay Growth Mindset Notice
We, peopling the void air, make gods to whom we impute the ills we ought to bear.
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Anand Thakur
Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements.
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Anand Thakur
By protracting life, we do not deduct one jot from the duration of death.
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Death Life Oneself
Nothing comes from nothing.
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Empty One Liner
From the midst of the very fountain of pleasure, something of bitterness arises to vex us in the flower of enjoyment.
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Anand Thakur
The sum total of all sums total is eternal.
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Forever Total
Time changes the nature of the whole world; Everything passes from one state to another And nothing stays like itself.
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Change Nature State Stay Time World
It is great wealth to a soul to live frugally with a contented mind.
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Greatness Live Mindset Satisfaction Soul Wealth
Thus it comes That earth, without her seasons of fixed rains, Could bear no produce such as makes us glad, And whatsoever lives, if shut from food, Prolongs its kind and guards its life no more.
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Earth Fix Guard Kind Life Rain Season
All life is a struggle in the dark.
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Darkness Life One Liner Struggle

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